On My Way to Goleta Town (Revisit) Lyrics

Down by the creek, old Cousin Zeke

On a new baptizing streak

Tell him the news—if he lets you speak

Guess my sins will be gone next week

Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground

I'm California bound

I've been laid low and I'm still going down

On my way to Goleta town

She said, one day, I didn't pay

Repo Gal on the way

I drove that Ford to a dock on the bay

And that's all I have got to say

Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground

I'm California bound

I've been laid low and I'm still going down

On my way to Goleta town

Little birdie blue remarked it's true

Walking is hard to do

I'm so astute, it chirped and then it flew

Grow my wings, I'll be flying too

Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground

I'm California bound

I've been laid low and I'm still going down

On my way to Goleta town

Drown me in whiskey, chase me with beer

A long, long way I hear

Now you out there, let me be real clear

Don't you look for your guidance here

Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground

I'm California bound

I've been laid low and I'm still going down

On my way to Goleta town