Apalachicola by Gillian Welch Lyrics

[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 chains
Hauled me to the station
In a cuff in chains
I was bluer than a bottle
Of Apalachicola rain

[Verse 2]
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
[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