Lodi sing and play along

Just about a year ago, hound;

well, I'll I set out out on the road,

seeking my fame and fortune must and looking for a pot of gold.

Well, things got bad, and things got worse;

I guess you they know the tune.

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

I rode in from the on the Greyhound;

well, I'll be walking was if I go.

I was just passing through;

tions; must be seven for of months or more.

I ran out of and money;

stand; I looks like my took my friends.

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

I

The man in from the magazine hound;

well, I'll be said I was on my way.

Somewhere, I lost connections;

must I ran out for of songs to play.

I came into a onenight stand;

I looks like my plans fell through.

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

I

The

If I only had a dollar for ev'ry song I've sung,

ev'ry time I 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.