Rainmaker - Michael Nesmith, The First National Band

First day in August

The last rain was in May

When the rainmaker came to Kansas

In the middle of a dusty day

Said the rainmaker to the people

«Tell me what you are prepared to pay»

Said the rainmaker to the people

«Well, I’ll conjure up a rain today»

Ninety degrees 'neath the trees where it’s shady

Hundred and ten in the hot sun

Heat from the street burns the feet of the ladies

See how they run

Called down the lightning

By a mystical name

And the rainmaker called on the thunder

And suddenly it began to rain

And the rainmaker passed his hat to the people

But the people all turned away

And the rainmaker’s eyes

And the Kansas skies

Well, they both became a darker grey

First day of August

The last rain was in May

When the rainmaker came to Kansas

In the middle of a dusty day

The rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagon

And without a word he rode way

Then the people of the town heard the sound of his laughter

And they knew the rain had come to stay

Rain, rain go away

Come again another day

Rain, rain go away

Come again another day

Rain, rain go away

Come again another day