I Hope They Get To Me In Time

I'm eight years old

Daddy's cuttin' my hair

Aqua Velva on his hands.

Momma's in the kitchen

Got fried green tomatoes

Poppin' in the pan.

I see a home run, a goal line,

Holding my friend gettin' baptized.

I see her beautiful face under that veil

As she's walking down the aisle.

I can hear the sirens comin'

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 that bottle turned up

As he crossed that center line.

I see tiny hands, brown eyes

Fallin' to sleep to that lullaby.

And you slide over next to me

As I turn out the lights.

I can hear the sirens comin'

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 beggin' you

Don't let me go like this.

There's so much left that I want to do

So much I don't want to miss.

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.