50
G
Just about a
year a
go,
I
C
set out
on the
G
road,
G
Seekin' my
fame and
Em
fortune,
Am
lookin' for a
pot of
D
gold.
G
Things got
bad, and
Em
things got
worse, I
C
guess you will
know the
G
tune.
G
Oh ! Lord,
D
Stuck in
Lodi a
C
gain.
G
G
Rode in
on the
Greyhound,
I'll be
C
walkin' out
if I
G
go.
G
I was just
passin'
Em
through,
must be
Am
seven
months or
D
more.
G
Ran out of
time and
Em
money,
C
looks like they
took my
G
friends.
G
Oh ! Lord,
D
Stuck in
Lodi a
C
gain.
G
G
The man from the
maga
zine
C
said I was
on my
G
way.
G
Somewhere I
lost con
Em
nections,
Am
ran out of
songs to
D
play.
G
I came into
town, a
Em
one night
stand,
C
looks like my
plans fell
G
through
G
Oh ! Lord,
D
Stuck in
Lodi a
C
gain.
G
G
If I only
had a
dollar,
for
C
ev'ry
song I've
G
sung.
G
And ev'ry
time I've
Em
had to
play while
Am
people
sat there
D
drunk.
G
You know, I'd
catch the
Em
next train
C
back to
where I
G
live.
G
Oh ! Lord,
D
Stuck in
Lodi a
C
gain.
G
G
Oh ! Lord,
D
Stuck in
Lodi a
C
gain.
G