Apalachicola

Letra de Apalachicola

Apalachicola ain't my kinda town Apalachicola ain't my kinda town I was going back to Cali, now I'm Apalachicola bound And Apalachicola ain't my kinda townThey hauled me to the station in a cuff and chains Hauled me to the station in a cuff and chains I was bluer than a bottle of Apalachicola rainI 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 pailApalachicola ain't my kinda town Apalachicola ain't my kinda town I was going back to Cali, now I'm Apalachicola bound Apalachicola ain't my kinda townOranges 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