Aposto que dez entre dez pessoas que acessam essa página se perguntam: De onde ele tirou esse maldito nome? Pois bem, esse é o responsável pela música que dá nome ao blog. Aliás, uma das minhas favoritas! Considerado por muitos como o Pai do Blues, ele é venerado por ninguém menos do que Eric Clapton e Muddy Waters pela eterna contribuição deixada. Bom, depois dessas credenciais, não preciso dizer mais nada...
Letra:
"You better com on
in my kitchenbabe, 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 kitchenbaby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
Oh-ah, 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 kitchenbabe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
spoken: Oh, can't you hear that wind howl?
Oh-y', can't you hear that wind would howl?
You better come on
in my kitchenbabe, 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 kitchenbaby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
Winter time's comin'
hit's gon' to be slow
You can't make the winter, babe
That's dry long so
You better come on
in my kitchencause, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors."
