Lodi

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 every song I've sung

And every 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