Lyrics Robert Johnson

Robert Johnson

Come On In My Kitchen

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

The woman I love, took from my best friend

Some joker got lucky, stole her back again

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

Oh, 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, baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

(Spoken: Oh, can't you hear that wind howl?)

Can't you hear that wind howl?

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

When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down

Lookin' for her good friend, none can't be found

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

Winter time's comin', it's goin' to be slow

You can make the winter, babe, that's dry long so

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