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Intro

  … … … (followed by harmonica jammin’ with the guitar in A for 4 measures)

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 barbeque

She's got a brisket nice and tender, the best you ever tried

Well she cooks so nice and slow, it'll leave you satisfied

Chorus

Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down

Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground

She's got a sign on her front porch, say's hot stuff for sale

In a little three room shot gun, in the alley behind the jail

Sweet, sour, thick or thin… tangy, hot or mild

Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it anyway it's sold

Chorus

Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down

Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground

Break

Pokin’ at a charcoal grill, putting sauce on her famous ribs

When it comes to knowing what you want, the whole neighborhood got dibs

One taste and you'll be hooked, it's like nothing else you known

Find yourself on the kitchen floor, hopin’ she throws you a bone

Chorus

Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down

Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground