In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak trees
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
Had 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 faraway city
With a faraway feel
But is makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
Keeps calling me home
Hickory wind
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak trees
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
Had 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 faraway city
With a faraway feel
But is makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Calling me home
Hickory wind
Keeps calling me home
Hickory wind
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