Farm Fresh Onions - Robert Earl Keen

Truth is all I’m looking

From town to town

And door to door

Happiness is nothing more

Than Sunday at the zoo

Ridin’high inside the wires

Is the sum of all my desires

Earth and rain

All I want is love for me and you

Farm fresh onions

Big and round

Sweet and real

Good to eat and they appeal

To anyone who wants a meal

It’s sure to fortify

Kiss the stars

And sweat the ears

It appears that all your fears

Won’t bring to you those happy tears

It feels so good to cry

Farm fresh onions