John Fogerty - Lodi

^BbJust about a year ago, I ^Ebset out on the ^Bbroad.. ^Dmseekin' my fame and ^Gm7fortune, ^Eblookin' for a pot of ^Fgold. ^BbThings got ^Dmbad and ^Gm7things got worse, I ^Ebguess you know the ^Bbtune.. ^Bboh, Lord, ^Fstuck in Lodi a^Ebgain.^Bb

^BbI rode in on a Greyhound, I'll be ^Ebwalkin' out if I ^Bbgo. ^DmI was just passin' ^Gm7through, must be ^Ebseven months or ^Fmore. ^BbRan out of ^Dmtime and ^Gm7money, ^Eblooks like they took my ^Bbfriends.. ^Bboh, Lord, ^Fstuck in Lodi a^Ebgain.^Bb

^BbThe man from the magazine, ^Ebsaid I was on my ^Bbway.. ^Dmsomewhere I lost con..^Gm7nection, ^Ebran out of songs to ^Fplay. I ^Bbcame into town on a ^Dmone-night stand, looks ^Eblike my plans fell ^Bbthrough.. ^Bboh, Lord, ^Fstuck in Lodi a^Ebgain.^Bb

^CIf I only had a dollar for ^Fevery song I've ^Csung. And ^Emevery time I've ^Amhad to play, while ^Fpeople sat there ^Gdrunk. You ^Cknow I'd catch the ^Amnext train, ^Fback to where I ^Clive. ^COh, Lord, ^Gstuck in Lodi a^Fgain.^C

^COh, Lord, ^Gstuck in Lodi a^Fgain.^C