Just a bout year a go I set out on the road seekin' my fame and tune lookin' for pot of gold Things and things I guess Oh! Lord, stuck Lo di a gain. Rode on the Grey hound, I'll be walkin' out if I go I just pass in' must seven months more Ran of time and ey looks they my Oh! Lord, stuck Lo di a gain. The man from mag a zine said I was on my way somewhere lost connect ion I ran of songs to I came to a one night stand looks my fell Oh! Lord, stuck Lo di a gain. If I on ly had a dol lar, for every song I've sung every time I've had to play while people sat there drunk You know catch the next train back to where I live. Oh! Lord, stuck Lo di a gain. Oh! Lord, I'm stuck Lo di a gain.