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 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.