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