Hickory Wind
Bob Buchanan, Gram Parsons
In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome
I always pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel
Of Hickory wind
But I started out younger
At most everything
Without the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But it makes me feel better
Every time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
Well, it's a hard place to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But I get feeling better
Every time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
It keeps calling me home
Hickory wind