Intro: () Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, Seeking my fame and fortune, and looking for a pot of gold. Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune. Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. I rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walking out if I go. I was just passing through, must be seven months or more. I ran out of time and money, Oh! looks like they lost my friends. Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. (Yes I am) (Intro) A man from the magazine, he said: Son, you're on the 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, I'm stuck in Lodi again. Now 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 again. Oh! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. (Yes I am, yes I am) ... () (fading)