What I Almost Was Eric Church
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[G]It was my senior year
[C]I just turned ei[G]ghteen
I was a friday n[Am]ight hero, with di[D]vision one dreams
[G]I had an offer on[C] the table
[G]A four year ride
'Til that fourth[Am] and two and twent[D]y four dive [G]
[D]I left on a stretcher, wo[C]und up on a cr[G]utch
[D]Walked on that next summer
[C]Wound up getti[G]ng cut
Fli[Am]pped off that coach[D], left th[C]at school in the d[G]ust
[Am]For letting my dreams go b[C]ust
But I thank God I ain't [D]what I almost was
[G]Yea, I moved on back home
[C]And came awful c[G]lose to being s[Am]ome son-in-law to some C[D]EO
[G]Coulda been a corner office, country club, [C]suit and t[G]ie man
Ans[Am]werin' to no one, but h[D]er and him [G]
I [D]ran out on his money, [C]ran out on her l[G]ove
At[D] four in the morning I l[C]oaded my [G]truck
I l[Am]eft my home t[D]own in a big c[C]loud of d[D]ust
[Am]I just had to follow my g[C]ut
And I thank God I ain't [D] what I almost [Am]was [C] [Am] [C] [D]
In [G]guitar town I [C]bought this old [G]Epiphone
St[G]arted stringin' [C]chords and wo[G]rds into songs
I'v[G]e been putting in time on Si[C]xteenth Ave[G]nue
P[Am]ouring out my heart for t[D]ips on a s[G]tool
ain't m[D]aking a killing, but [C]then theres t[G]hose nights
When the [D]song comes together and [C]hits them [G]just right
Th[Am]e crowds on their f[D]eet cause they can't[C] get enough [G]
Of thi[Am]s music I make and I l[C]ove
And I t[C]hank God I ain't, yea[Am] I thank God I ain't,
Yea I t[C]hank God I ain't, [D]what I almost was
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