Old Crow Medicine Show - Mary's Kitchen lyrics

Can't blame a thief for stealin' wallets That's just what they do Can't blame Mary for stealin' 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 Will 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 saying "Hot Stuff For Sale" In a little three-room shotgun In the alley behind the jail Sweet and 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 Pokin' at her charcoal grill Puttin' sauce on her famous ribs When it comes to what you like The whole neighborhood's got dibs One taste and you'll be hooked Like nothing else you've know 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