Just about a year ago, 
I set out on the road,
Seeking my fame and fortune, 
Looking for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, 
I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.

Rode in on the Greyhound, 
I'll be walking out if I go.
I was just passing 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 again.

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 again.
Mmmm...

If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
And ev'ry time I've had to play 
While people sat there [bad word] 
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.