by Robert Johnson
Recording of November 23, 1936
San Antonio, Texas
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
You better come on in my kitchen
It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down
Lookin' for yo' good friend, none can be found
You better come on in my kitchen
It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
Nnn, the woman i love, took from my best friend
Some joker got lucky, stole her back again
She better come on in my kitchen
Baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
(spoken) Mama, can't you hear that wind howl?
(spoken) Oh how the wind do howl!
You better come on in my kitchen
Mmm baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
Nnn, the woman that i love, i crave to see
She's up the country, won't write to me
Then, you better come on in my kitchen
Goin' to be rainin' outdoors
I went to the mountain, far as my eyes could see
Some other man got my woman, lonesome blues got me
But she better come on in my kitchen
'Cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
My mama dead, papa well's to be
Ain't got nobody to love and care for me
She better come on in my kitchen
'Cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors