(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  know the tune 
Oh Lord, stuck in  Lodi  again 

I came 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 
It looks like they took my friends 
Oh, Lord, stuck in  Lodi  again 

Well The man from the magazine 
He said I was on my way 
Somewhere I lost connection and 
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 
Oh, Lord, Stuck in  Lodi again 
Oh lord stuck in Lodi again