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.