I Hope They Get To Me In Time

I'm eight years old, daddy's cutting my hair

Aqua Velva on his hands

Mama's in the kitchen

Got fried green tomatoes poppin' in the pan

I see a home run, a gold line

Holding my breath getting baptized

I see her beautiful face under that veil as she's walking down the aisle

I can hear the sirens coming

Smell the gasoline and smoke

I'm pinned against this steering wheel

Pretty sure my arm is broke

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes

I hope they get to me in time

I could see the headlights swerve

So I cut the wheel to the right

Last thing I saw was the bottle turned up

As he crossed that centre line

I see tiny hands, brown eyes

Falling asleep to that lullaby

And you slide over next to me as I turned out the lights

I can hear the sirens coming

Smell the gasoline and smoke

I'm pinned against this steering wheel

Pretty sure my arm is broke

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes

I hope they get to me in time

Please, Lord, I'm begging you, don't let me go like this

There's so much left that I wanna do

So much I don't wanna miss, no

I can see the flames and my life

Flashing right before my eyes

I hope they get to me in time

Just get to me in time

Please get to me in, in time