(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...