In South Carolina, there's many tall pines I remember when I was a little girl
I remember the oak trees that we used to climb
Now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
I'm getting the feel of hickory wind
I started out younger in most everything
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Calling me home, home, hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
Trouble is real in a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
It's calling me home, home, hickory wind
Calling me home, home, hickory wind
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