Capo III
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Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
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Seekin my fame and fortune, 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, stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I’ll be walkin out if I go.
I was just passin 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.
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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.
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Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for every song I’ve sung.
And every 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.