"Cuttin' Onions" lyrics - TIM MCGRAW

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-Pot's on for dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Lynchburg
Mama'd always beg him to come with us
Cryin', cuttin' onions in the kitchen

[Chorus:]
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
Devil's in the bottom of a 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

17, 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

[Chorus:]
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
Devil's in the bottom of a 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

[Bridge:]
Flowers have the dirt
Behind white picket fences
Mama tried on vinyl
Keeps on spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'

[Chorus:]
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
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 colored dishes
Mama's cuttin' onions in the kitchen
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