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.
[Chorus] 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.
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.
Writer/s: MONTY RUSS CRISWELL, WADE KIRBY
Publisher: Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Downtown Music Publishing
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