Lyrics:

Can't blame a thief for stealin' wallets
That's just what they do
Can't blame Mary for stealin' hearts
When you taste her barbecue
She got a brisket nice and tender
Best you'll ever try
Way she cooks so nice and slow
Will leave 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 saying
'Hot Stuff For Sale'
In a little three-room shotgun
In the alley behind the jail
Sweet and Sour, Thick or Thin,
Tangy, Hot or Mild
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it any way it's sold
Kansas City to Memphis town
Arkansas on down
Come on into Mary's Kitchen
If you want your sausage ground

Pokin' at her charcoal grill
Puttin' sauce on her famous ribs
When it comes to what you like
The whole neighborhood's got dibs
One taste and you'll be hooked
Like nothing else you've know
Find yourself on her kitchen floor
Hopin' she throws you a bone
Kansas City to Memphis town
Arkansas on down
Come on into Mary's Kitchen
If you want your sausage ground