Apalachicola

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
They hauled me to the station in a cuff and chain
Hauled me to the station in a cuff and chain
I was bluer than a bottle of Apalachicola rain

[Verse 2]
I told 'em I was guilty, thought I'd rest in jail
Told 'em I was guilty, thought I'd rest in jail
But in Apalachicola, they make you fill an orchard pail

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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