Lyrics:

by Robert Johnson
Copyright 1978 King of Spades Music, Inc.

Transcribed by Ed Luskey
You better come on into my kitchen,
cause it's sure to be raining outdoors.
When a woman's in trouble,
everybody puts her down
she look for her good man,
Lord he can't be found.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
There's a cold wind blowin',
leaves tremblin' on the trees,
don't you know that that good girl
ya she's leaving me.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
The woman I've been lovin'
left with my best friend,
that joker got lucky,
stole her back again.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Well that good girl's leaving,
she ain't coming back,
took her last nickel from her notion sack
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Mama's dead and gone,
father's no wheres to be,
I ain't got nobody
to love and care for me.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors.