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