Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune
Lookin' for a pot of gold
Thing got bad and things got worse
I guess you 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, I'm stuck in Lodi again

A man from the clouds said I
Said I was on my way
Somewhere I lost connections
Ran out of songs to play
I came into a tunnel saw a light
Looks like my plans fell through
Oh Lord, slip 'n the old die young

If I only had a nickel
For every breath I breathed
Every time I had to listen
While people talked away
You know, I'd catch the next plane
Back to where I was before I Died
Oh Lord, Slipping The Old Die Young
Oh Lord, Slipping.'the old Die Young