Just about a year ago,
I set out on the road
Seeking my fame and fortune,
looking for a pot of gold
Things got bad and things got worse,
I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again
I rode in on a greyhound
I'll be walking out if I go
I was just passing through
Must have been seven months ago
I ran out of time and money
It looks like they took my friend
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi
again
The man from the magazine
He said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connection,
I ran out of songs to play
I came in town, a one night stand,
it looks like my plans fell through
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi
again
If I only had a dollar
for every song I sung
Every time I pass the plate
while people sit there drunk
You know I catch the next train
back to where I live
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in low diet again
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in low diet again
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in low diet again