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Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, |
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Seekin' my fame and fortune, and lookin' for a pot of old, |
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Things got bad, and things got worse, I |
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I guess you know the tune, |
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Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
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I rode in on a Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go, |
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I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more, |
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Ran out of time and money, |
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Looks like they took my friends, |
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Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
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The man from the magazine, said I was on my way, |
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Somewhere I lost connection, ran out of songs to play, |
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I came into town on a one-night stand, |
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Looks like my plans fell through, |
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Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
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If I only had a dollar, for every song I've sung, |
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And every time I've had to play, while people sat there drunk, |
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You know I'd catch the next train, |
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Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again, |
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Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again. |
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