(Gram Parsons - Bob Buchanon) In South Carolina there are many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But it makes me feel better each time It begins callin' me home, Hickory wind. I started out younger at most everything All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring? But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm gettin' the feel of Hickory wind. It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real In a far away city with a far away feel But it makes me feel better each time It begins callin' me home, Hickory wind. Keeps callin' me home, Hickory wind...