They say Whiskey's a poor man's woman
Cash money, a rich man's wine
But, I'm goin downtown to Mary's Kitchen
to see what I might find
I'll eat tators
with Li'l Jimmy
Soothe Jackie's troubled mind
Ya see, it eases my pain
To stroll' down the lane
to Mary's Kitchen
where it's fine
to be 'a'' bitchin' 'bout that woman 'o' yours
used to be mine
Now, I ain't too much for baseball
and boxin' makes me flinch
There's plenty of cake and doughnuts
maybe a five dollar cinch
And, they're off at Mary's Kitchen
win, show, or place
Where the best you can do
is fall out of the race
Now, if hard work's too much fuss
then, you are like me.
I'll hear your story Gus
minus the fee
It don't cause me no damage
not even a smidgen
Go on, cry
in your free coffee or cocoa
Free
Finger Sally,
forget her
she's loco
See you at Mary's Kitchen.
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved, as is, by this Author
2001
re-edited on 07/02/2023 @ 10:36 AM Pacific Time