Cuttin' Onions

Homemade curtains in the breeze

Green grass stains on both of my knees

My first memory was momma poppin' grease and frying chicken

Crying, cuttin' onions in the kitchen

Sunday morning, my best shirt

Crock pot's on for dinner after church

Dad was baptized by Lynchburg

Momma'd always beg him to come with us

Crying, cuttin' onions in the kitchen

Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture

The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor

Daddy's on the front porch pouring one more

High on more than Haggard's pickin'

And momma's cuttin' onions in the kitchen

Seventeen, summer buzz

I stumbled in, she waited up

Screen door creaked and there she was

Both our eyes were red cause I'd been sippin'

She said she'd been cuttin' onions in the kitchen

Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture

The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor

Daddy's on the front porch pouring one more

High on more than Haggard's pickin'

And momma's cuttin' onions in the kitchen

Flowers hide 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

The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor

Daddy's six feet in the ground, everybody's at the house

Nevermind all the covered dishes and

Momma's cuttin' onions in the kitchen