TexAgs Radio presents 'Broken Hogsville'

Broken Hogsville

I rode that big iron horse … to try to impre-e-ess
Sweet, young blonde headed thang wore a pig sooey dre-e-ess
Before I turned around … we were just a me-e-ess
All I can say is I never wanted to confess

Here's to the gigs, they can call their pigs … I hope they’re happy with Smith
Here's to the girl, who rocked my world with them big ol’ child bearin’ hips
I think the devil’s name is old John L
I watched him blow a game with U of L
Now I’m without Dorrell … and my old Soft Tail
Is down in Broken Hogsville

She was long and blonde … pressed against my back
A full set of teeth … that girl was jacked
I revved it up … she squeezed my thigh
And then I laid that Harley over on its side

Here's to the hogs, y’all can eat corn dogs … I hope you beat A&M
Here’s to the fans, who sat on their hands … while their AD hired himmmmm
I think the devil’s name is old John L
He’s making Arkansas a living hell
Now I’m without Dorrell … things just aren’t real swell
Down in Broken Hogsville

Here’s to the gigs, they can call their pigs … I hope this won’t take too long
Here’s to the mob who demanded my job … and didn’t call Charlie Strong
I think the devil’s name is old John L
I pray he doesn’t hire Mrs. Dorrell
Monroe U of L … now things just aren't real swell
Down in Broken Hogsville

"Whoo Pig … Soooeeeyyy!"