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