Dust bowl days and I'm eight years old
Rainmaker came with his teeth of gold
Ain't had a drop since May last year
Well in worked in Guthrie so it might work here
So we paid the man and he lit up the sky
And the clouds got heavy but they blew on by
Well, I've seen some things that I can't explain
But there ain't no man gonna make it rain
Said he'd love me to the day he died
And for three short years well I guess he tried
But when the textile mill laid him off again
He opened up a bottle and he crawled right in
Well they may look different but they're all the same
And there ain't no man gonna make it rain
The neighbor calls and says come and see
There's a man on a stump that'll make you believe
He says open up your wallets and we'll all cash in
Gonna make this country great again
A vote for me is a vote for change
But there ain't no man gonna make it rain
No there ain't no man gonna make it rain