Verse 1:
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Just about a year ago, I set out on the road.
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Seekin' my fame and fortune, I'm lookin' for a pot of gold.
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Things got bad and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune,
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Oh lord, I'm stuck in lodi again.
Verse 2:
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I rode in on the greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
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I was just passin' through, it must be seven months or more.
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Ran out of time and money, it looks like they took my friends.
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Oh lord, I'm stuck in lodi again.
Verse 3:
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The man from the magazine, said I was on my way.
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But somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
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I came into town, a one night stan, it looks like my plans fell through.
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Oh lord, I'm stuck in lodi again.
Verse 4:
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If I only had a dollar for every song I've sung.
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Or every time I had to play while people sat there drunk.
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You know I'd catch the next train, back to where I live.
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Oh lord, I'm stuck in lodi again.