(Must be seven months ago
Ran out of time and money)

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, things got worse
I guess you know the tune
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

The man from the magazine
Said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connection
I ran out of songs to play
Came into town on a one night stand
I guess my plans fell through
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

(Come on, children)
(Yeah)

(Mm-hmm)
(Come on)

(Whoa, oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
If I only had a dollar
For ev'ry song I've sung
And ev'ry time I had to play
While people sat there drunk
I know I'd catch the next plane home
Back to where I live
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again

Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again