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 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.