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Mary's Kitchen
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Old Crow Medicine Show
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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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus)
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