Capo 3
Sol Re Do Sol
Sol Do Sol
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Mim Do Re
Seekin my fame and fortune, lookin for a pot of gold.
Sol Mim
Things got bad, and things got
Do Sol
worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Sol Sol Re Do Sol
Oh ! lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Sol Do Sol
Rode in on the Greyhound, I’ll be walkin out if I go.
Mim Do Re
I was just passin through, must be seven months or more.
Sol Mim Do Sol
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Sol Sol Re Do Sol
Oh ! lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
Sol Do Sol
Sol Re Do Sol
Sol Do Sol
The man from the magazine, said I was on my way.
Mim Do Re
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
Sol Mim
I came into town, a one night
Do Sol
stand, looks like my plans fell through
Sol Sol Re Do Sol
Oh ! lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Re Re Re Re La La La La Mi Mi Mi Mi La (La)
Mmmm...
La Re La
If I only had a dollar, for every song I’ve sung.
Fa#m Re Mi
And every time I’ve had to play while people sat there drunk.
La Fa#m Re La
You know, I'd catch the next train, back to where I live.
La La Mi Re La
Oh ! lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
La La Mi Re La
Oh ! lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
La Re La La Mi Re La
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