(John C. Fogerty)
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.


Mmmm...
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.