We be tired. Editing is harder work than we imagine. We want to sit in that sun chair over there and talk pretty to the cat. We haven't named i'm yet. We guess we gots the blues. So we won't be saying those sweet nothings in the ear of your cool quiet things called pomes. Pomes by the way sounds a bit like pms, which we don't got, but we we think we gots the blues which isn't the same thing really and when we gots the blues we like to sing this old good old tune. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHoooooo. You can sing too.
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 your good friend
None can be found
You better come on in my kitchen
It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
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
Mama, can't you hear that wind howl?
Oh how the wind do howl
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/robert_johnson/come_on_in_my_kitchen.html ]
You better come on in my kitchen
Baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
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 this kitchen
'Cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
(Robert Johnson)
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