Hatfield Lyrics
| Song | Hatfield |
| Artist | Widespread Panic |
| Album | Radio Child (Promo) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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 L.A. | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 L. A. | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 L. A. | |
| 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 L. A. | |
| Made rain for L. A. | |
| Hatfield |
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