Homemade curtains in the breeze
Green grass stains on both of my knees
My first memory
Was mama poppin grease and fryin chicken
Cryin, cuttin onions in the kitchen
Sunday mornin, my best shirt
Crock-Pots on for dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Lynchburg
Mamad always beg him to come with us
Cryin, cuttin onions in the kitchen
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Daddys on the front porch pourin one more high or more
Than Haggards pickin
And mamas cuttin onions in the kitchen
17, summer buzz
I stumbled in, she waited up
Screen door creaked and there she was
Both our eyes wer red cause Id been sippin
She said shd been cuttin onions in the kitchen
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Daddys on the front porch pourin one more high or more
Than Haggards pickin
And mamas cuttin onions in the kitchen
Flowers have the dirt
Behind white picket fences
Mama tried on vinyl
Keeps on spinnin, spinnin, spinnin
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
Devils in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Daddys six-feet in the ground, everybodys at the house
Nevermind all the colored dishes
Mamas cuttin onions in the kitchen
Mm-mmh