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 breath 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