| Just about a year ago, I set out on the road
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| Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold
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| Things got bad, and things got worse
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| I guess you will know the tune
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| Oh! |
| Lord, stuck in Lodi again
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| Rode in on the greyhound, I’ll be walkin' out if I go
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| I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more
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| Ran out of time and money
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| Looks like they took my friends
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| Oh! |
| Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again
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| The man from the magazine said I was on my way
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| Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play
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| I came into town, a one night stand
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| Looks like my plans fell through
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| Oh! |
| Lord, stuck in Lodi again
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| If I only had a dollar, for ev’ry song I’ve sung
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| And ev’ry time I’ve had to play while people sat there drunk
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| You know, I’d catch the next train
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| Back to where I live
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| Oh! |
| Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again
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| Oh! |
| Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again |