"Hickory Wind" lyrics
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 getting the feel 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
Calling 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
Calling me home, hickory wind
Keeps calling me home, hickory wind
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend
That I'm getting the feel 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
Calling 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
Calling me home, hickory wind
Keeps calling me home, hickory wind
Thanks to Robert Smith, diplocase for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Bob Buchanan, Gram Parsons
