| Just about a year ago, I set out on the road
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| Seekin' my fame and fortune, I’m lookin' for a pot of gold
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| Things got bad and things got worse, I guess you know the tune
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| Oh Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again
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| I boarded on the Greyhound, and I’m walkin' there, by the road
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| I was just passin' through, it must be seven months or more
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| I ran out of time and money, it looks like the two were friends
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| Oh Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again
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| Man from a magazine, who said I was on my way
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| But somewhere I lost connection, I ran out of songs to play
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| I planned many times of one-night stands, it looks like my plans fell through
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| Oh Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again
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| If I had a million dollars for every song I’ve sung
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| Or every time I had to play while people slapped their tongue
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| I know I’ll catch the next train, 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
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| There we go, get ready! |