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.