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Just about a year ago, I set out on the road |
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Seekin' my fame and fortune, I'm lookin' for a pot of gold |
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Things got bad and things got worse, I guess you know the tune |
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Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again |
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I boarded on the Greyhound, and I'm walkin' there, by the road |
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I was just passin' through, it must be seven months or more |
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I ran out of time and money, it looks like the two were friends |
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Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again |
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(Solo) |
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Man from a magazine, who said I was on my way |
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But somewhere I lost connection, I ran out of songs to play |
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I planned many times of one-night stands, it looks like my plans fell through |
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Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again |
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If I had a million dollars for every song I've sung |
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Or every time I had to play while people slapped their tongue |
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I know I'll catch the next train, 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 |
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There we go, get ready! |
