COME ON IN MY KITCHEN  by Robert Johnson



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You better come on in my kitchen
babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Ah, the woman I love, took from my best friend
Some joker got lucky, stole her back again

You better come on in my kitchen
baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Oh-ah, she's gone
I know she won't come back
I've taken the last nickel 
out of her nation sack

You better come on in my kitchen
babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

spoken: Oh, can't you hear that wind howl? 

Oh-y', can't you hear that wind would howl?

You better come on in my kitchen
babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

When a woman gets in trouble everybody throws her down
Lookin; for her good friend none can be found

You better come on in my kitchen
baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Winter time's comin' hit's gon' to be slow

You can't make the winter, babe 

That's dry long so You better come on 

in my kitchen
cause, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors