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.