Apalachicola - Gillian Welch

Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

I was going back to Cali

Now I’m Apalachicola bound

And Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

They hauled me to the station

In a cuff and chains

Hauled me to the station

In a cuff in chains

I was bluer than a bottle

Of Apalachicola rain

I told them I was guilty

Thought I’d rest in jail

Told them I was guilty

Thought I’d rest in jail

But in Apalachicola

They make you fill an orchard pail

Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

I was going back to Cali

Now I’m Apalachicola bound

And Apalachicola ain’t my kind of town

Oranges in the summer

Oranges in the fall

Oranges in the wintertime

But they’re tough and small

Then I wish I hadn’t come

To Apalachicola town at all