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[00:55.87]Wide awake in San Diego
[01:05.97]Smallest root shrinking dry
[01:09.82]The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
[01:14.91]Still get no rain from the sky
[01:19.85]Men were firing cannons
[01:23.84]Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes
[01:28.88]Heard the stories of shooting arrows
[01:31.45]Tearin' open the clouds
[01:33.89]But indians shoot the best, and
[01:36.42]The indians they don't like us, much
[01:53.28]Hatfield
[01:57.03]You made rain for L.A.
[02:01.58]We've got ten grand
[02:05.35]For you to go cook us some rain
[02:30.03]Science from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
[02:34.48]Feeling thunder
[02:38.87]Nights since they have started
[02:41.05]Now the clouds won't stay apart
[02:43.26]A little California voodoo
[02:45.36]Care of Hatfield and his brother
[02:51.75]Now the horses won't race where the down's turned to mud
[02:56.36]Streams and rivers are growing
[03:00.42]And my boots are filling up
[03:02.79]Water's from back this way
[03:05.43]Look at them smiling, cooking and smiling
[03:10.05]Hatfield
[03:13.74]Made rain for L.A.
[03:17.98]Well, "Hot damn",
[03:21.13]People swear with one walk in this rain
[04:21.62]Families on porches
[04:24.84]The children are smiling
[04:28.50]The owners are mad, owners are crying
[04:34.08]Still the eyes of the children, wide open
[04:37.48]Wide, wide
[05:23.52]Well, the blue light is rolling in between the clouds
[05:30.53]Feeling of wonder
[05:35.22]Some water drying up, some sinking down
[05:43.71]"Charles always kept in touch", swears his mother
[05:52.69]"Always had the touch"
[06:03.41]Made rain for L.A.
[06:13.03]Made rain for L.A.
[06:22.47]Hatfield
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