Texty: Smokie. Lodi.

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, and things got worse
I guess you will know the tune
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
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
If i only had a dollar, for ev'ry song i've sung
And ev'ry 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