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 Always had the touch Made rain for L.A. Made rain for L.A. Hatfield Wide awake in San Diego Smallest root shrinking dry The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena Still get no rain from the sky 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 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 Always had the touch Made rain for L.A. Made rain for L.A. Hatfield
