Hickory Wind

Written by parsons/buchanan

In south carolina, therere many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when Im lonesome I always pretend
That Im 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

Its 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