Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mary’s Kitchen, artist - Old Crow Medicine Show. Album song Tennessee Pusher, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 22.09.2008
Record label: Nettwerk
Song language: English
Mary’s Kitchen |
| 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) |