Written by ParsonsBuchanan



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 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



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

Callin' me home, hickory wind

Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind