Mary's Kitchen Lyrics - Tennessee Pusher - 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 

Will keep 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 behind 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