First day in AugustLast rain was in MayWhen the rainmaker came to KansasIn the middle of a dusty dayThe 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 shadyHundred and ten in the hot sunHeat from the street burned the feet of the ladiesSee how they runCalled down the lightnin' by a mystical nameThen the rainmaker called on the thunderAnd suddenly it began to rainThen the rainmaker passed his hat to the peopleBut the people all turned awayThen the rainmaker's eyesAnd the Kansas skiesBoth became a darker grayFirst day in August last rain was in MayWhen the rainmaker came to KansasIn the middle of a dusty dayThe rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagonAnd without a word he rode wayThen the people of the town heardThe sound of his laughterAnd they knew the rain had come to stayRain rain go awayCome again another dayRain rain go awayCome again another dayRainRainRainRaaaiiinnnRaaaiiinnnRaaaiiinnn
