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