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Just about a year ago, |
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I set out on the road |
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Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold |
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Things got bad, and things got worse, |
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I guess you will know the tune |
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Oh Lord, stuck in |
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Lodi again |
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Rode in on the |
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Greyhound, |
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I'll be walkin' out if |
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I goI was just passin' through, must be seven months or more |
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Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends |
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Oh Lord, stuck in |
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Lodi again |
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The man from the magazine said |
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I was on my way |
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Somewhere |
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I lost connections, ran out of songs to play |
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I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through |
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Oh Lord, stuck in |
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Lodi again |
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Mmm, if I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song |
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I've sungAnd ev'ry time |
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I've had to play while people sat there drunk |
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You know, |
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I'd catch the next train back to where |
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I liveOh Lord, |
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I'm stuck in |
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Lodi again, oh |
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Lord, I'm stuck in |
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Lodi again |
