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Hickory Wind
(Gram Parsons/ Bob Buchanan)
In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But
it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory Wind
I started out younger
At
most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when I'm lonesome
I always
pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel of
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
Callin' me home
Hickory
Wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory Wind
callin' me home, Hickory Wind
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