Lodi

Just about a year ago-,

I set out on the road,

Seekin' my fame and fortune,

lookin' for a pot of gold.

Things got bad, and things got worse,

I guess you will know the tune.

Oh! Lord, Stuck in Lodi a-gain-.

Rode in on the Greyhound,

I'll be walkin' out if I go.

I- was just passin' through,

must be seven months or more.

Ran out of time and money,

looks like they took my friends.

Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi a-gain-.

The man from the magazine

said I was on my way.

Somewhere I lost connections,

ran out of songs to play.

I came into town, a one night stand,

looks like my plans fell through

Oh! Lord, Stuck in Lodi a-gain-.

If I only had a dollar,

for every song I've sung.

And every time I've had to play

while people sat there drunk.

You know, I'd catch the next train

back to- where I live.

Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi a-gain-.

Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi a-gain-.