In South Carolina, there're 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 headin' the field of hickory wind

I started out younger, had most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else can life bring?
But it makes me feel better
Each time you begin
Callin' me home, hickory wind

It's a hard way to find
Out that trouble is real
In a faraway city with a faraway feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time you begin
Callin' me home, hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind

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Writer(s): Bob Buchanan, Gram Parsons