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 barbeque
She's got a brisket nice and tender, the best you ever tried
Well she cooks so nice and slow, it'll leave you satisfied
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground
She's got a sign on her front porch, say's hot stuff for sale
In a little three room shot gun, 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 anyway it's sold
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground
Pokin? at a charcoal grill, putting sauce on her famous ribs
When it comes to knowing what you want, the whole neighborhood got dibs
One taste and you'll be hooked, it's like nothing else you known
Find yourself on the kitchen floor, hopin? she throws you a bone
Kansas City to Memphis town, Arkansas on down
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground