Written by ParsonsBuchananIn South Carolina, there're many tall pinesI remember the oak tree that we used to climbB
ut now when I'm lonesome I always pretendThat I'm headin' the field of hickory windI started out younger, had most everythin
gAll the riches and pleasures, what else can life bring?But it makes me feel better each time you beginCallin' me home, hick
ory windIt's a hard way to find out that trouble is realIn a faraway city with a faraway feelBut it makes me feel better ea
ch time you beginCallin' me home, hickory windKeeps callin' me home, hickory wind