Gram Parsons
Hickory Wind
In South Carolina, there are many tall pines
And I remember the oak trees that we used to climb
Now when I am 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 can life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Calling me home, 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
Calling me home, hickory wind
Calling me home, hickory wind