2 acessos
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