Widespread Panic - Hatfield lyrics
[Widespread Panic - Hatfield lyrics]
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 LA
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 LA
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 LA made rain for LA
Hatfield
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 LA
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 LA
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 LA made rain for LA
Hatfield