I Hope They Get To Me In Time - Darius Rucker

I am eight years old

Daddy is cutting my hair

Aqua Velva on his hands

Momma is in the kitchen

Got fried green tomatoes

Popping in the pan

I see a home run, a goal line

Holding my friend getting baptized

I see her beautiful face under that veil

As she is walking down the aisle

I can hear the sirens coming

Smell the gasoline and smoke

I am 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

Falling to sleep to that lullaby

And you slide over next to me

As I turn out the lights

Please Lord, I am begging you

Do not let me go like this

There is so much left that I want to do

So much I do not 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