Lyrics:
We're on our way to Apalachicola, F.L.A.
Magnolia trees in blossom and a pretty southern gal
It's better than the orange groves in Cucamonga, Cal.
Parks rode it
Scarlett O chased it
Smooth as the hickory wind
That blows from Memphis
Down to Apalachicola
It's hi y'all did ya eat well
Come
Santa Claus rode a shrimp boat
Into Apalachicola Bay
With a diesel-powered reindeer
And a wheelhouse on his sleigh
He had his presents hangin
Up in
Southbound, 85 down
I'm burnin' up these roads
Got a pretty girl waitin' on me
In Apalachicola
This old truck don't run too fast
Born in 1971
I'm
More than all the oysters in Apalachicola
More than all the manatees in the Springs of Wakulla
More than all that Sopchoppy honey
More than all that
rode it
Scarlett O chased it
Smooth as the hickory wind
That blows from Memphis
Down to Apalachicola
It's hi y'all did ya eat well
Come on in I'm
Sure
soda, Jody Highroller
RiFF RAFF and Guwop came down
With bricks on they shoulders
I found my new wheel in Apalachicola
You know these bitches ain't shit,
Medora, home in Ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he
Medora, home in Ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he
Medora, home in Ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he
As a child it was the place names
Singing at me as the first thing
How the mouth must be employed
In every corner of itself
To say Apalachicola
along
Gulf Shores up through Apalachi-cola they got beaches of the whitest sand
Nobody cares if gramma's got a tottoo or Bubba's got a hot wing in his
his neck stalk
From South Africa to Apalachicola
Bump into the wrong batch of snatch
Catch the ebola
("Does what have what?") Beefin
With Norman Douglas
back to Atlanta
She don't like the freeway so we're going scenic
Apalachicola and points in between
Patches of fog on up to Sopchoppy
Ten four,
the buildings drown
Way under the handle but south of Orlando
Islamorada, but shout out Ocala
Lookin' for long lost treasures on islands
Apalachicola straight out
walked the front beach sucking on her thumb
She found her way to Mike's for Apalachicola oysters
Cletus drove up in her van with baggies of Dilaudid
Some
Medora, home in ol' Truckee
Apalachicola, home I'll never be
Better or for worse, thick and thin
Like being married to the Little poor man
God he
Oh oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh
I love Pensacola, and Apalachicola
And Tampa, St. Pete my particular bare feet
Like to splash in the waves
Maybe
Discuss these apalachicola Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In