Robert Earl Keen

Farm Fresh Onions Extras

People say everywhere, planes are falling from the air

Take a good look in the mirror, the mirror on the wall

Overwhelming to the mind, too confined but still inclined

To stay the course until I find the onion in us all

Farm fresh onions

Kiss the stars and sweat the years and it appears that all your fears

Won't bring to you those happy tears it feels so good to cry

Red hot onion

Hot red onion

I think we have enough now