Mary's Kitchen

You can't blame a thief for stealing wallets
 That's just what they do
 Can't blame Mary for stealing hearts
 When you taste her barbecue
 She got a brisket nice and tender
 Best you'll ever try
 Way she cooks so nice and slow
 Leave you satisfied
 Kansas City to Memphis town
 Arkansas on down
 Come on into Mary's kitchen
 If you want your sausage ground
 She got a sign on her front porch says
 "Hot stuff for sale"
 In a little three room shotgun
 In the alley 'hind the jail
 Sweet, sour, thick or thin
 Tangy, hot or mild
 Some like it hot, some like it cold
 Some like it any way it's sold
 Kansas City to Memphis town
 Arkansas on down
 Come on into Mary's kitchen
 If you want your sausage ground
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 Poking at her charcoal grill
 Putting sauce on her famous ribs
 When it comes to what you want
 The whole neighborhood's got dibs
 One taste and you'll be hooked
 It's like nothing else you've known
 Find yourself on her kitchen floor
 Hopin' she throws you a bone
 Kansas City to Memphis town
 Arkansas on down
 Come on into Mary's kitchen
 If you want your sausage ground