Come on in My Kitchen - Eric Clapton
You better come on
In my kitchen,
It's going to be rainin' outdoors.
The woman I love stole my best friend.
Some joker got lucky, stole her back again.
Uh huh, she gone, know she won't come back.
I take the last nickel out of her nation sack.
When a woman get in trouble, everybody throws her down.
Looking for her good friend, they can't be found.
Any time you've coming, it's gonna be so.
You can't make the winter, baby, just drive on slow.