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