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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.
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