Lyrics:

I'm eight years old, daddy's cutting my hair Aqua Velva on his hands Mama's in the kitchen, Got fried green tomatoes poppin' in the pan I see a home run, a gold line Holding my breath getting baptized I see her beautiful face under that veil as she's walking down the aisle I can hear the sirens coming 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 the bottle turned up As he crossed that center line I see tiny hands, brown eyes falling asleep to that lullaby And you slide over next to me as I turned out the lights I can hear the sirens coming 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 begging 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, no 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