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I Hope They Get To Me In TimeI'm eight years oldDaddy'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 |