You don't like my peaches, Don't shake my tree
Stay out of my orchard, Let my peaches be

You better come on, inside my Kitchen
It's bound to be raining outdoors

The man I love, I stole from my best freind
That woman got lucky stole him back again

You better come on, inside my Kitchen
It's bound to be raining outdoors

My man us gone, he ain't coming back
Every little thing he left me fits in my nation sack

You better come on, inside my Kitchen
It's bound to be raining outdoors