Homemade curtains in the breeze Green grass stains on both of my knees My first memory was Mama 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 Mama would 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 the bottle of brown liquor Daddy's on the front porch pourin' one more high or more than Haggard's pickin' And Mama's cuttin' onions in the kitchen
Seventeen, summer buzz I stumbled in, she waited up The screen door creaked and there she was Both are 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 the bottle of brown liquor Daddy's on the front porch pourin' 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 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 the bottle of brown liquor Daddy's six feet in the ground Everybody's at the house Never mind all the covered dishes Mama's cuttin' onions in the kitchenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
