Come On In My Kitchen (Robert Johnson)

When a woman’s in trouble, everybody throw her down;
You look for your good friends, none can be found.

You better come on in my kitchen, because its going to be rainin’ outdoors.

My papa’s dead, mama’s soon to be. I ain’t got nobody to love and care for me.
You better come on in my kitchen, ‘cos it’s going to be rainin’ outdoors.

The man that I love, I crave to see. But he’s up the country, and he won’t write to me.
You better come on in my kitchen, ‘cos it’s going to be rainin’ outdoors.

The man that I love, stole him from my best friend. Some joker got lucky and stole him back again.

You better come on in my kitchen, ‘cos its going to be rainin’ outdoors.

I went to the mountains, far as my eyes could see. Some other gal got my man, and well, nobody’s got me.

You better come on, in my kitchen, cos it’s going to be rainin’ outdoors.

(Oh. Oooh.)

You better come on, in my kitchen, cos it’s going to be rainin’ outdoors.