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.