Hatfield Lyrics - Widespread Panic

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