Listening to a CD of what I call "paper route songs," i.e. songs I listened to on my little transistor radio while I did my paper route when I was twelve, the last verse of "Village of Love" popped out to me--I never noticed it when I was flinging papers up on stoops:
Tell your Ma
Tell your Pa
We're going back
To Arkansas
It's hard to believe that the Village of Love would be in Arkansas, but that's the implication of the song.
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