I jotted these chords down while watching a video of him playing. The chords are exact, 
the timing however, may be a tad off. Just play around with it until you find what works 
for you. Enjoy


Intro: G-D-G-D-G-Cm-G-D-G-Cm-G
 G
It was my senior year
          C       G
I just turned eighteen
  Cm                   G            D           G
I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
 G
I had an offer on the table
 C           G
A four year ride
          Cm          G            D       G
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive

CHORUS:
    D                         C         G
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
        D
Walked on that next summer
       C          G
Wound up getting cut
     Cm              D                C             G
I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
        Am        Cm      C
For letting my dreams go bust
        C              D (one strum)      G
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was


  G
Yea, I moved on back home
          C       G
And came awful close
          Cm           G     D    G
to being some son-in-law to some CEO
    G                                        C           G
Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
      Cm            D             G
Answerin' to no one, but her and him

CHORUS:
       D                  C             G
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
     D                     C         G
At four in the morning I loaded my truck
   Cm           D         C            G
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust
   Am           Cm       C
I just had to follow my gut
        C              D (one strum)
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was


       G                        C      G
In a guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
           Cm                  D          G
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
            G                    C       G
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
         Cm               D          G
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
          D                    C                   G
I ain't making a killing, but then there's those nights
          D                       C              G
When the song comes together and hits 'em just right
      Cm             D               C           G
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
         Am      Cm         C
Of this music I make and I love
        C                        Cm
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
            C               D               G
Yea man I thank God I ain't, what I almost was


OUTRO:

G-Cm-G-D-G