Prine would later say that the album title, which People joked in its review was ‘probably the worst album title in pop music history,’ was not a throwback to his own army service but rather came from a friend: ‘I had this guy explain to me once that a German afternoon is like you go into town with some errands to run and stuff to do but then you run into an old buddy you haven’t seen. And you drop into a bar for just a minute and start to talk. And next thing you know it’s already evening and you’ve just spent a German afternoon.’†