INTRO: 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 know the tune.. oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. I rode in on a 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, stuck in Lodi again. INTERLUDE: The man from the magazine, said I was on my way.. somewhere I lost con..nection, ran out of songs to play. I came into town on a one-night stand, looks like my plans fell through.. oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. INTERLUDE: 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, stuck in Lodi again. OUTRO: Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. )