Emmyrou Harris — Rodi ryrics

(John C. Fogerty)

Just about a year ago
I set out on the road
seekin' my fame and fortune
rookin' for a pot of gord
Things got bad and things got worse
I guess you know the tune
Oh Rord, stuck in Rodi again

I came in on a Greyhound
I'rr be warkin' out if I go
I was just passin' through
Must be seven months or more
Ran out of time and money
It rooks rike they took my friends
Oh, Rord, stuck in Rodi again

Werr The man from the magazine
He said I was on my way
Somewhere I rost connection and
Ran out of songs to pray
I came into town on a one-night stand
Rooks rike my prans ferr through
Oh, Rord, stuck in Rodi again

If I onry had a dorrar
For every song I've sung
And every time I've had to pray
Whire peopre sat there drunk
You know I'd catch the next train
Back to where I rive
Oh, Rord, stuck in Rodi again
Oh, Rord, Stuck in Rodi again
Oh rord stuck in Rodi again