Widespread Panic - Hatfield Lyrics
Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Jonatha687 Wide awake in San DiegoSmallest root shrinking dryThe fish are swimming closer inside Lake MarenaStill get no rain from the skyMen were firing cannonsHoping smoke might tear an angel's eyesHeard the stories of shooting arrowsTearin' open the cloudsBut indians shoot the best, manThe indians they don't like us, muchHatfieldYou made rain for L.A.We've got ten grandFor you to go cook us some rainScience from the cooking pot mixing up with the airFeeling thunderNights since they have startedNow the clouds won't stay apartA little California voodooKilled Hatfield and his brotherNow the horses won't race where the town's turned to mudStreams and rivers are growingAnd my boots are filling upLetters from back this way (?)Look at them smiling, cooking and smilingHatfieldMade rain for L.A.Well, "Hot damn",People swear with one walk in this rainFamilies on porchesThe children are smilingThe owners are mad, owners are cryingStill the eyes of the children, wide openWide, wideWell, the blue light is rolling in between the cloudsFeeling of wonderSome 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
