DESCRIPTION:
Gram Parsons' song.

Lyrics:

In South Carolina, there's many tall pines
And I remember the oak trees that we used to climb
And now when I'm lonesome I always pretend
That I'm gettin the feel 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 it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind

Its 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 it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind
Callin' me home to hickory wind