Hickory Wind
Gram Parsons Lyrics


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Got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lawd, they put me in the jail house for loafing on the street
When the judge heard the verdict I was a guilty man
He said forty-five dollars or thirty days in the can
Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man

Forty days in the jail house, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
Saw a greyhound coming, stuck up my thumb
Before I got to my seat, the driving caught my arm

Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
This old gray dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts, and the wheels won't roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road

Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice, if you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man
Yodel-aheo, yo-layhea, yodel-ahe

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

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

Overall Meaning

The first part of the lyrics is about the consequences of loafing on the street, which put the singer in jail. The judge gave him a choice between paying forty-five dollars or serving time in jail. He picked the cash and got out of jail but little did he know he was going to spend forty days in the jailhouse and four days on the road, having nothing to sustain him but his heavy feet. When he saw a greyhound, he thumbed a ride but was asked to pay cash. Finally, the singer reminisces about his childhood memories in South Carolina and how he used to climb an oak tree. Now that he is older, he feels that hickory wind is calling him home, and it makes him feel better every time it begins.


Line by Line Meaning

Got in a little trouble at the county seat
I got myself into some trouble in town


Lawd, they put me in the jail house for loafing on the street
They threw me in jail for hanging around aimlessly


When the judge heard the verdict I was a guilty man
The judge found me to be guilty of the crime


He said forty-five dollars or thirty days in the can
He gave me a choice of paying a fine or serving time


Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You have to pay the fine in full right now


You can take your choice you're twenty-one
You have the option to choose


No money down, no credit plan
You can't finance it, you have to pay upfront


No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man
I won't have time to track you down because I'm too busy


Forty days in the jail house, four days on the road
I spent a long time in jail and a short time on the road


I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
I was very hungry and tired


Saw a greyhound coming, stuck up my thumb
I hitchhiked on a Greyhound bus


Before I got to my seat, the driving caught my arm
Before I could sit down, the driver stopped me


This old gray dog gets paid to run
The Greyhound bus is a business and has to make money


When the engine starts, and the wheels won't roll
When the bus is ready to go but can't move


Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road
You have to pay the fare upfront to ride with us


In South Carolina, there are many tall pines
South Carolina is known for its tall pine trees


I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
I have fond memories of climbing an oak tree


But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
When I feel lonely, I like to imagine


That I'm gettin' the feel of hickory wind
That I'm experiencing the feeling of hickory wind


I started out younger at most everything
I was once young and ambitious about everything in life


All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
I thought that having wealth and happiness was everything


But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Thinking about hickory wind makes me feel better


Callin' me home, hickory wind
The sound of hickory wind reminds me of home


It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real
It's difficult to learn that trouble can be real and serious


In a far away city, with a far away feel
In a distant city that feels unfamiliar


But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Thinking about hickory wind makes me feel better


Callin' me home, hickory wind
The sound of hickory wind reminds me of home


Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind
The sound of hickory wind keeps making me homesick




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Written by: CHARLES LOUVIN, IRA LOUVIN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Lorenzo Joker

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 getting 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

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



All comments from YouTube:

Tim Callahan

This is one of my all-time favorites and go-to songs that I have been playing for over 40 years...I've gotten old but this song remains young in my heart.

Donald Christian

As a child my Alabama grandfather taught me to identify trees in the woods on their farm, and he didn't hesitate to share his views on the "hierarchy of trees". The lowly pine at the bottom, and the hickory at the top. When I hear this song, I think of walking with my grandfather in the Alabama woods as a child and remember his commentaries on the various positive (and negative) characteristics of the trees we saw in the woods. I remember how he carefully "laid" the first fire of the year in the big brick fireplace that began with seasoned/dry oak, and once going some not quite dry hickory was added for heat, and how he always left the ashes from the last fire of the previous season. Songwriters, and the songs they write/perform have the capacity to take us places and evoke thoughts and memories like almost nothing else, except maybe great literature. Thanks for sharing Gram's performance of a great song. It also makes me think about the lives of Townes Van Zandt, and Blaze Foley, and so many other talented but troubled artists who died far too early.

Margaret Ross

Wonderful comment. One of Gram's friends said he couldn't write about anything that wasn't real to him.

Eric Christensen

Beautiful tribute to your grandfather and to a great songwriter

Mike Bloomfield

@Margaret Ross does anyone actually know how much of this song came from Parsons and how much came from Bob Buchanan?

Margaret Ross

@Mike Bloomfield According to Ben Fong-Torres' book, Gram had the first verse done, Bob came up with the second, and they worked together on the third, based on their experiences in the music business in the big city. They worked on it while riding the train back to LA. I may have read a slightly different story in another book.

pgroove211

I can dig it

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Errol Fellows

This is one of the finest songs ever written! Loved this album. Parsons was a genius!

Sarah Murphy

Don't forget Grevious Angel!

Jackie Treehorn

That last run-through of the chorus...that is some of the most powerful duet singing ever recorded. I've heard it hundreds, if not thousands of times by now, and it never ceases to bring a tear to my eye.

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