Homemade curtains in the breeze
Green grass stains on both of my knees
My first memory is mama poppin grease and frying chicken
Crying cuttin onions in the kitchen
Sunday morning my best shirt
Crock pots on foe dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Leechburg
Mama′d always beg him to come with us
Crying cuttin onions in the kitchen
Jesus on the cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of grand liquor
Daddy's on the front porch pouring one more high
Or more than Haggard′s pickin
And mama's cuttin onions in the kitchen
Seventeen, summer buzz, stumble in she waited up
Screen door creaked and there she was
Both our eyes were red cause I'd been slippin
She said she′d been cuttin onions in the kitchen
Jesus on the cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of grand liquor
Daddy′s on the front porch pouring one more high
Or more than Haggard's pickin
And mama′s cuttin onions in the kitchen
Flowers have the dirt behind white picket fences
Mama's tried on vinyl keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning
Jesus on the cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of grand liquor
Daddy′s six feet in the ground
Everybody's at the house
Nevermind all the covered dishes
And mama′s cuttin onions in the kitchen
