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In South Carolina, there’re many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But 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 you begin
Callin’ me home, hickory wind

It’s 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 you begin
Callin’ me home, hickory wind
Keeps callin’ me home, hickory wind

We’ll meet again don’t know where don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling true just like you always do
Till the blue skies make the dark clouds fade away
Some sunny day hey hey hey