Marys Kitchen

Intro: A… A… A… A… (followed by 
harmonica jammin’ with the guitar in
 A for 4 measures)

A
Can't blame a thief for stealing 
wallets, that's just what they do
A
Can't blame Mary for stealing 
hearts, when you taste her barbeque
D
She's got a brisket nice and tender,
 the best you ever tried
A
Well she cooks so nice and slow, 
it'll leave you satisfied

Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, 
Arkansas on down
D                                 
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if 
                       A
you want your sausage ground

Continúa después del anuncio
A
She's got a sign on her front porch,
 say's hot stuff for sale
A
In a little three room shot gun, in 
the alley behind the jail
D
Sweet, sour, thick or thin… tangy, 
hot or mild
A
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
 some like it anyway it's sold

Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, 
Arkansas on down
D                                 
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if 
                       A
you want your sausage ground

Break:
A, D, A, E, D, A (verse, chorus 
progression)

A
Pokin’ at a charcoal grill, putting 
sauce on her famous ribs
A
When it comes to knowing what you 
want, the whole neighborhood got 
dibs
D
One taste and you'll be hooked, it's
 like nothing else you known
A
Find yourself on the kitchen floor, 
hopin’ she throws you a bone

Chorus:
E
Kansas City to Memphis town, 
Arkansas on down
D                                 
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if 
                       A... A... 
you want your sausage ground
A... A... A...