Lodi

Look out

Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seeking my fame and fortune
They're looking for a pot of gold
Things got bad things got worse
I guess you know that too
Oh, Lord, stuck in a Lodi again

I rode on the greyhound
I'll be walking out if I go
Well, I was just a-passing through
Must been seven months or more
Ran out of time and money
Looks like they took my friend
Oh, Lord stuck in a Lodi again
Oh, well-a, well-a

The man from the magazine
Said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connection
And ran out of songs to play
I came into town, a one night stand
Looks like my plann fell through
Oh, Lord stuck in a Lodi again
Yeah, watch it now

Yeah, if I only had a dollar
For every song I sung
Every time the band would play
And people sat there drunk
You know I'd catch the next train
Way back to where I live
Oh, Lord stuck in a Lodi again
I said, oh, Lord stuck in a Lodi again
Ah, well-a, well-a

Ah, now you're talking