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