(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