Lubbock or Leave It – Song Lyric Sunday – Home Town

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Lubbock or Leave It – Song Lyric Sunday – Home Town

 

Today for SLS, Jim has given us the prompt of finding a song about our home town.  Thanks, Jim.

To join in, and also see other entries, just click this link.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/familiar-place/

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This is a rocking good song, at least I think so. It’s by the Dixie Chicks, and I like all their songs. In this one they are singing about my home town, and as it happens, it’s the home town of the singer in this group, Natalie Maines.

I’ve probably mentioned before, that our family has known her extended family for many, many years. I won’t go into how we came to know them all here. I’m sure she would not know me from any random person, but I remember my girls and her and the other family kids running around playing when they were little, at her grandma’s house.

Anyway, here are some things that are mentioned in this song about our home town:

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From a Wiki article:

The song refers to Lubbock as a “dust bowl” and “bible belt.” The chorus says: “temptation’s strong, salvation’s gone, to hell’s half acre. How will I ever get to heaven now.”

The Chicks also refer to Lubbock artist Buddy Holly saying this: “I hear they hate me now just like they hated you. Maybe when I’m dead and gone I’m gonna get a statue too.”

The song also makes reference to Loop 289, the strip and the Lubbock International Airport.

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“Lubbock or Leave It”, by the Dixie Chicks, can be found on their 2006 studio album, “Taking the Long Way”. It was written by Natalie Maines, Martie Maguire, Emily Robison, and Nick Finn, and is on the Open Wide – Columbia Nashville label.

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Lubbock or Leave It
Dust bowl, Bible belt
Got more churches than trees
Raise me, praise me, couldn’t save me
Couldn’t keep me on my knees
Oh, boy, rave on down loop two-eighty-nine
That’ll be the day you see me back in this fool’s paradise
Temptation’s strong (salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half-acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now?
Throwing stones from the top of your rock
Thinking no one can see
The secrets you hide behind
Your southern hospitality
On the strip, the kids get lit
So they can have a real good time
Come Sunday they can just take their pick
From the crucifix skyline
Temptation’s strong (salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half-acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now
Get to heaven now?
International airport
A quarter after nine
Paris, Texas, Athens, Georgia’s
Not what I had in mind
As I’m getting out I laugh to myself
‘Cause this is the only place
Where as you’re getting on the plane
You see Buddy Holly’s face
I hear they hate me now, just like they hated you
Maybe when I’m dead and gone I’m gonna get a statue too
Temptation’s strong (salvation’s gone)
I’m on my way
To hell’s half-acre
How will I ever
How will I ever
Get to heaven now
Get to heaven now?
How will I ever
Get to heaven now?
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Martha Maguire / Natalie Maines / Emily Robison / Mike Campbell
Lubbock or Leave It lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2020 BS

 

16 responses »

    • Thanks, Li!
      I don’t know – I suppose they are still classified as a country music band, but I think they go their own way with their music, whatever it sounds like.
      Love the way she plays that banjo, too. 🙂

    • Thanks, Jill!
      It is a great sounding song, and the video is really good. I’d heard it maybe once or twice before, but had forgotten until I was looking for songs for the prompt. Glad you like it, too. 🙂

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