Wide awake in San Miguel

Smallest root shrinking dry

Oh, the fish are swimming closer inside Lake Marina

Still getting no rain from the sky

Oh, many men firing cannons

Hoping smoke might tear angels' eyes

Heard the stories of shooting arrows tearing open the clouds

But Indians shoot the best and Indians they don't like us much

Hatfeet, you made rain for L.A

Got ten grand, we can go cut us some rain

The silence from the cooking pot mixing up with the air

Feeling of thunder

All night since they've started, now the clouds won't stay apart

A little California voodoo, yeah, Hatfield and his brothers

Now the horses won't race where the towns turn to mud

Streams to rivers are growing

Now my boots are filling up, let's run back this way

Look at 'em smiling, cooking and smiling

Hatfeet made rain for L.A

We're hot and we can swim with one more in this rain

Some families on their porches

Oh, the children are smiling

Oh, the owners are mad, owners are crying

Still the eyes of the children are wide open, wide, wide

Well, the blue line 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

You made rain for L.A

Made rain for L.A