Old Crow Medicine Show - Mary's Kitchen lyrics

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You can't blame a thief for stealing wallets

That's just what they do

You can't blame Mary for stealing hearts

When you taste her BBQ

She got a brisket nice and tender

Best you'll ever try

Way she cooks so nice and slow

Will keep you satisfied

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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

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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

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