Headed north on ole 5-40,
just a few more miles to go,
and I could see those Ozark mountains
as I look down the road;
and up ahead I’ll hear it,
that woo pig sooie call,
the cardinal and white wild band of Razorback Hogs.
It’s a state of pride and honor
from the mountains to the lakes.
Yeah, everyone’s a Hog fan
here in the natural state.
It don’t matter who we’re playing
up here in Fayetteville,
the people here will shake your hand and say welcome to the hill.
Arkansas, there’s no place I’d rather be,
even though I’ve traveled to Texas and Tennessee.
Arkansas, some folks might think it small,
but let’s stand up tall and give the Hogs a call,
cause I’m proud to say I’m from Arkansas, y’all.
Catch a game at old Bud Walton;
yeah, you know where its at.
Then, head on down to Baum Stadium, where Big Red swings a bat.
Then, load up your tailgate, and head up past the track,
and pile on into Reynolds and cheer on those Razorbacks.
Arkansas, there’s no place I’d rather be.
and, if your team comes to visit, you’ll take on defeat.
Arkansas, some folks might call us small,
but we’ll stand up tall and give the Hogs a call,
and I’m proud to say I’m from Arkansas, y’all.
From Bielema to Broyles,
don’t under Anderson
the Hogs will keep on fighting until the game is won.
Arkansas, the place I’ll always be,
and everyone remembers the Razorbacks are my team.
Arkansas, some folks still think it small,
but I’ll stand up tall and give the Hogs a call,
cause I’m proud to say I’m from Arkansas, y’all.