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                                                        A
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground

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                                                        A
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if 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                                                        A... A... A... A... A...
Come on in to Mary's kitchen, if you want your sausage ground