Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman

Jonatha687



Wide awake in San Diego

Smallest root shrinking dry

The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Marena

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, man

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

Killed Hatfield and his brother



Now the horses won't race where the town's turned to mud

Streams and rivers are growing

And my boots are filling up

Letters 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