Hickory Wind

Written by Gram Parsons and Bob Buchanan

In South Carolina there are many tall pines

I remember the oak trees 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 at most everything

All the riches and pleasures, what else did life bring?

But it makes me feel better each time it begins

Callin' me home, hickory wind

It's hard 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

© Gram Parsons and Bob Buchanan

Published by Tro Essex Music Ltd