Apalachicola Songtext
von Gillian Welch

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 town

They 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 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 kinda town
Apalachicola ain't my kinda town
I was going back to Cali, now I′m Apalachicola bound
Apalachicola ain't my kinda 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