Intro: A? A? A? A? (followed by harmonica jammin? with the guitar in A for 4 measures)
A
Can't blame a thief for stealing wallets, that's just what they do
A
Can't blame Mary for stealing hearts, when you taste her barbeque
D
She's got a brisket nice and tender, the best you ever tried
A
Well she cooks so nice and slow, it'll leave you satisfied
Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
DA
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground
A
She's got a sign on her front porch, say's hot stuff for sale
A
In a little three room shot gun, in the alley behind the jail
D
Sweet, sour, thick or thin? tangy, hot or mild
A
Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it anyway it's sold
Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
DA
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground
Break:
A , D , A , E , D , A (Verse, Chorus progression)
A
Pokin? at a charcoal grill, putting sauce on her famous ribs
A
When it comes to knowing what you want, the whole neighborhood got dibs
D
One taste and you'll be hooked, it's like nothing else you known
A
Find yourself on the kitchen floor, hopin? she throws you a bone
Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
DA... A... A... A... A...
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground
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