| G | |
| Just about a year ago |
| C | G | |
| I | set out on the | road |
| G/F# | Em | |
| Seekin' my | fame and | fortune |
| Am | D | |
| And | lookin' for a pot of | gold |
| G | Em | |
| Things got bad, and | things got worse |
| C | G | |
| I | guess you know the | tune |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh, Lord, | stuck in Lodi a | gain |
| I rode in on a 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, stuck in Lodi again |
| The man from the magazine |
| Said I was on my way |
| Somewhere I lost connection |
| Ran out of songs to play |
| I came into town on a one-night stand |
| Looks like my plans fell through |
| Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again |
| If I only had a dollar |
| For every song I've sung |
| And every 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, stuck in Lodi again |