Mary's Kitchen Songtext
von Old Crow Medicine Show

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

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