Cuttin’ Onions - Tim McGraw

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 kitchen