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Just about a year ago, 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 lodi again |
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Rode in on the greyhound, i'll be walkin' out if i go |
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I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more |
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Ran out of time and money |
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Looks like they took my friends |
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Oh ! Lord, i'm stuck in lodi again |
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The man from the magazine said i was on my way |
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Somewhere i lost connections, ran out of songs to play |
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I came into town, a one night stand |
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Looks like my plans fell through |
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Oh ! Lord, stuck in lodi again |
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If i only had a dollar, for ev'ry song i've sung |
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And ev'ry time i've had to play while people sat there drunk |
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You know, i'd catch the next train |
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Back to where i live |
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Oh ! Lord, i'm stuck in lodi again |
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Oh ! Lord, i'm stuck in lodi again |