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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

The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain from the sky men were firing cannons