[Verse 1: Arena country female lead, big and proud over the pounding drums] Third summer of the dry years, and the creek is just a scar And the Baptist ladies cross the street when they see my rusted car 'Cause I walk the fields in August with a willow cut in two And I hold it like a wishbone, and I hum like witches do They say my grandma had it, they say it's in the blood They say I talk to cattle, they say I sleep in mud And the wells are comin' up dust from the county line to Clay And the preacher prays for rain, boys, and the rain stays away [Chorus: arena country female lead, the full band huge, pedal steel crying] Call me a witch with a willow, call me whatever you need Hand me your driest acre, and I'll find what you can't see They'd have burned me in the old days, now they pay me by the hole I'm the water witch, and the water knows I know [Verse 2: arena country female lead, the crunchy guitars driving] So the county hires Pratt and Sons with a rig as big as sin Four hundred thousand dollars and a geologist from Lynn Three holes in the Hadley pasture, three holes and nothin' wet And a mayor with his hat off at the door of my kitchen step "Loretta, now, we never meant the things the people say" "You meant 'em, Mayor Dobbs, but you can pay me anyway" So I take my willow down to Hadley's in the heat And the whole town's on the fence line, and they're starin' at my feet [Chorus: arena country female lead, the full band huge, pedal steel crying] Call me a witch with a willow, call me whatever you need Hand me your driest acre, and I'll find what you can't see They'd have burned me in the old days, now they pay me by the hole I'm the water witch, and the water knows I know [Verse 3: arena country female lead, the walk, then the gusher] And I walk it slow and steady past the cottonwoods that lean Past the low ground where the frogs sing, where the grass is still half green And the stick dips like it's prayin', and I say, "Right here, boys, drill" And the rig goes down a hundred feet, and the whole damn town goes still [Gusher: arena country female lead, the whole band bursting open as the water comes up] Then it's water, it's water, comin' up into the sun And the kids are dancin' in it, and the Baptist ladies run And they'll tell it at the diner how the witch went out and found But that stick ain't found a drop, boys, in the years I've walked this ground I got a hydrology degree from Stillwater in a drawer And the cottonwoods and frogs told me what the stick was for Wouldn't hire a girl with letters, so I gave 'em what they'd buy And a witch gets paid a hundred times 'fore a woman gets a try [Chorus: arena country female lead, the full band huge, pedal steel crying] Call me a witch with a willow, call me whatever you need Hand me your driest acre, and I'll find what you can't see They'd have burned me in the old days, now they pay me by the hole I'm the water witch, and the water knows I know [End]
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