I Hope They Get To Me In Time

Darius Rucker

Compositor: Monty Criswell / Wade Kirby

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 ride
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 wanna do
So much I don't wanna 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 time