There Ain’t No Wild Hogs in West Texas
Performed by Whiskey Wind & The Prairie Boys
There Ain’t No Wild Hogs in West Texas — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
(Verse 1)
There ain’t no wild hogs in West Texas, they’ve gone up to the sky,
Ain’t no boars, ain’t no sows, just a ghostly hog goodbye.
They might survive down off the Caprock, way down below,
But up on top, there’s no place left for ‘em to go.
Too many trucks, too many guns, and too much open space,
So those hogs packed it up, and left without a trace.
(Chorus)
There ain’t no wild hogs in West Texas, they’ve gone to hog heaven,
They might’ve tried to stay, but the odds weren’t even.
They ran down the canyons and into the dust,
But up on the Caprock, they couldn’t adjust.
Now they’re roamin’ the skies, free as can be,
Ain’t no wild hogs on top of West Texas, only their memory.
(Verse 2)
They had a good run down off the ridges, where the brush grows thick,
But up here on the flatland, they couldn’t pull no trick.
The hunters came with their rifles high,
And those hogs didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.
Too much space, not enough trees,
Now they’re up there rootin’ in the clouds with ease.
(Chorus)
There ain’t no wild hogs in West Texas, they’ve gone to hog heaven,
They might’ve tried to stay, but the odds weren’t even.
They ran down the canyons and into the dust,
But up on the Caprock, they couldn’t adjust.
Now they’re roamin’ the skies, free as can be,
Ain’t no wild hogs on top of West Texas, only their memory.
(Bridge)
Maybe they’re rollin’ through fields made of stars,
No more fences, no more scars.
Out here, the land’s just too damn wide,
So they took off to the other side.
(Chorus)
There ain’t no wild hogs in West Texas, they’ve gone to hog heaven,
They might’ve tried to stay, but the odds weren’t even.
They ran down the canyons and into the dust,
But up on the Caprock, they couldn’t adjust.
Now they’re roamin’ the skies, free as can be,
Ain’t no wild hogs on top of West Texas, only their memory.
(Outro)
So if you’re lookin’ for hogs, better look below,
‘Cause up here on the Caprock, they don’t show.
They’re in hog heaven, runnin’ wild and free,
Ain’t no wild hogs on top of West Texas, only their memory.
