Robert Johnson Come To My Kitchen (Take 1)

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

Ohah, 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,
it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
(oh, can't you hear that wind howl?)
Oh why', can't you hear that wind would howl?
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 her good friend, none can be found
You better come on in my kitchen,

it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
Winter time's comin', it's gon' 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

This song and text recognize the blues as a genre born from the underground from the 1900's that roots jazz, rock and roll, and modern music. In particular today white british people love the blues. It's an interesting phonemenon. Winter in this song is a metaphor for hardship having to endure it all the while having a women taken away. The pain of hardship is a staple of blues music that perhaps because of the Great Depression in the midst of the thirties the blues became particularly poignant.