Lodi

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