Текст песни Hatfield - Widespread Panic

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