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 lightning

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