All you've got to do is look in the sky and wish You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a spirit ditch He's been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves Abandoned on october lawns Sometimes he awakens with spiders on his eyelids
Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water
Sometimes you feel just like a stone tossed into the deep All you gotta do is touch a woman's face that's warm with sleep And he can show up at your, your back door in the deep Trace him back before he was born Inquiring about an honest days work for a decent meal
Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water
Sometimes he's hitching a ride in a freezer or appears as a mist He's also been known to introduce himself as a scientist He could be the retarded son of an old woman with Seven fingers on each hand 'cos I know I reckon, he will come when he's beckoned for
Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming Rainmaker's coming to soak us with water To soak us with water
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