Hatfield

Wide awake in San Diego
 Smallest root shrinking dry
 The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
 Still get no rain from the sky
 Men were firing cannons
 Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes
 Heard the stories of shooting arrows
 Tearin' open the clouds
 But indians shoot the best, and
 The indians they don't like us, much
 Hatfield
 You made rain for L.A.
 We've got ten grand
 For you to go cook us some rain
 Science from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
 Feeling thunder
 Nights since they have started
 Now the clouds won't stay apart
 A little California voodoo
 Care of Hatfield and his brother
 Now the horses won't race where the down's turned to mud
 Streams and rivers are growing
 And my boots are filling up
 Water's from back this way
 Look at them smiling, cooking and smiling
 Hatfield
 Made rain for L.A.
 Well, "Hot damn",
 People swear with one walk in this rain
 Families on porches
 The children are smiling
 The owners are mad, owners are crying
 Still the eyes of the children, wide open
 Wide, wide
 Well, the blue light is rolling in between the clouds
 Feeling of wonder
 Some water drying up, some sinking down
 "Charles always kept in touch", swears his mother
 "Always had the touch"
 Made rain for L.A.
 Made rain for L.A.
 Hatfield