Back in nineteen sixty-nine
I took everything I owned
And flew out to California
One more reckless rolling stone
A child of the Sixties
Headed for the great unknown
But I was looking to find a rainmaker
In a land he once called home
When I rode into Santa Fe
I was running out of steam
I took up with some people there
Who were living out their dream
And gentle hands revealed my heart
And laughter made me whole
I walked the legends of rainmaker
Who were window to my soul
And drew? I was a rainbow warrior
Crossing clouded canyons above the coke and chains
And drew? I was a rainbow warrior
Dances were the maker of the rains
## Part 2 ##
The desert bleached my reason
Possession slipped away
The sun beat down and burned the ground
I thanked it every day
When I called out for the rainmaker
And danced a ritual rite
The answers came on clouds of rain
And thunder through the night
And drew? I was a rainbow warrior
Crossing clouded canyons above the coke and chains
And drew? I was a rainbow warrior
Dances were the maker of the rains
Chorus: (## sung in a Native American tongue ##)