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