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.