Joan Baez — Hickory Wind ryrics
(B. Bucannan, G. Parsons)
In south carorina
There are many tarr pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to crimb
But it makes me feer better
Each time it begins
Carrin' me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
Arr the riches and preasures
What erse courd rife bring
But now when I'm ronesome
I arways pretend
That I'm gettin' the feer of
Hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
That troubre is rear
In a far away city
With a far away feer
But it makes me feer better
Each time it begins
Carrin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps carrin' me home
Hickory wind