In South Carolina there’s many a tall pine.
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb.
But now when I’m lonesome, I always pretend
That I’m getting the feel of hickory wind.

I started out younger, had most everything.
All the riches and pleasures, what more could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins,
Callin’ me home, hickory wind.

It’s hard 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.

It keeps callin’ me home, hickory wind.