nesta coisa dos azuis, adoro a pequena imprevisibilidade que por vezes subverte algo que musical e metricamente é bastante previsível.
este grande azul começa por ser cantado pelo menos provável intérprete - um guitarrista branco, texano e albino - há solos de uma imprevista flauta e depois fala-se dos sentimentos de perda comuns nos azuis... mas aqui com o bónus de um inesperado convite para o calor de uma cozinha quando chove lá fora.




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.

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.

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.