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Old Crow Medicine Show – Mary's Kitchen Lyrics

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

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


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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Songwriters: Carol Young, Eamon Mcloughlin, Kym Warner
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