In South Carolina . . there are 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.... at most everything All the riches and pleasures..... what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better.... each time it begins Callin' me home.....hickory wind . . .
Solos
It's so 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
Keeps callin' me home..... hickory wind
G 4/6 . . . . . . . D7 4.3 Db C 565 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G CBAmG
In South Carolina . . . . . . . . . . there are many tall pines
G 4/6 . . . . . . . . . D 4,3 Db C 565 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D 4 D^
I remember the oak tree . . . . . . . . . . that we used to climb
Db . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C 565 G D /3 . . . . . . . . . . G 4/6 4/9
But now when I'm lonesome . . . . . I always pretend
. . . . . . . . . G 5/7 4/6 C Am D . . . . . /3 . . . . . G That I'm gettin' the feel. . . . . . of hickory wind...C B Am G
I started out younger.... at most everything
All the riches and pleasures..... what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better.... each time it begins Callin' me home.....hickory wind . . .
Solos
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