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First day in August |
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Last rain was in May |
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When the rainmaker came to Kansas |
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In the middle of a dusty day |
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The rainmaker said to the people |
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"Tell me what you are prepared to pay" |
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The rainmaker said to the people |
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"Well, I'll conjure up a rain today" |
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Ninety degrees 'neath the trees where it's shady |
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Hundred and ten in the hot sun |
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Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies |
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See how they run |
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Called down the lightnin' |
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By a mystical name |
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Then the rainmaker called on the thunder |
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And suddenly it began to rain |
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Then the rainmaker passed his hat to the people |
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But the people all turned away |
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Then the rainmaker's eyes |
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And the Kansas skies |
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Both became a darker grey |
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First day in August |
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Last rain was in May |
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When the rainmaker came to Kansas |
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In the middle of a dusty day |
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The rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagon |
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And without a word he rode way |
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Then the people of the town heard the sound of his laughter |
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And they knew the rain had come to stay |
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Rain rain go away |
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Come again another day |
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Rain rain go away |
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Come again another day |
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Rain |
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Rain |
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Rain |
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Raaaiiinnn |
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Raaaiiinnn |
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Raaaiiinnn |
