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 will know the tune. 
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again. 

Rode in on the 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, 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.