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