In Wilson Pickett’s town, universal respect for the humanity common to us all allows for an enlightened self-governance to rule the day.
This track from Pickett’s 1970 Atlantic album, Right On, was never to appear on a 45, which is a shame, since I think it’s a classic.
The people in this town ain’t got no faces – they just got love between the races.
The people in this town don’t do no cryin’ – don’t have to rob and steal for survivin’.
The heart that should be speaking out just won’t stay silent – and everybody knows that no man is an island.
I saw a father and his son walking down the street – they walked hand in hand, what a beautiful sight to see (that makes me know)
The people in this town don’t need no soldiers – they don’t go around looking over their shoulders.
Everyone’s going around shaking hands, loving everybody and their fellow man – ain’t got no room for aggravation, what they love is communication.
Now open up your heart to harmony – give a little love, it will set you free.
You don’t have to go round searching for this town – right in your heart is where it’s found.
Song written by William Stevenson, Don Covay & Wilson Pickett. Produced by Jerry Wexler & Tom Dowd.
Musicianship provided by The Muscle Shoals Sound Rhythm Section=
Roger Hawkins: drums
David Hood: bass
Eddie Hinton: lead guitar
Jimmy Johnson: rhythm guitar
Barry Beckett: keyboards
Backing vocals: Cissy Houston, Judy Clay, Jackie Vercell & Jerome Gasper