First day in August Last rain was in May When the rainmaker came to Kansas In the middle of a dusty day
The rainmaker said to the people 'Tell me what you are prepared to pay' The rainmaker said 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 burned the feet of the ladies See how they run
Called down the lightnin' By a mystical name Then the rainmaker called on the thunder And suddenly it began to rain Then the rainmaker passed his hat to the people But the people all turned away Then the rainmaker's eyes And the Kansas skies Both became a darker grey
First day in August 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 Rain Raaaiiinnn Raaaiiinnn Raaaiiinnn