Eric Church
What I Almost Was
Capo on 3rd Fret



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GIt (320003@1)was my senior year
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I just turned eighteen
                Am (x02210@1)              D (xx0232@1)I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
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I had an offer on the table
G (320003@1)A four year ride
                Am (x02210@1)              D (xx0232@1)          G'Til (320003@1)that fourth and two and twenty four dive
D (xx0232@1)                      C (x32010@1)           GI (320003@1)left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
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Walked on that next summer
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Wound up getting cut
   Am (x02210@1)               D (xx0232@1)      C (x32010@1)               GFlipped (320003@1)off that coach, left that school in the dust
Am (x02210@1)                      CFor (x32010@1)letting my dreams go bust
                          DBut (xx0232@1)I thank God I ain't   what I almost was



G (320003@1)Yea, I moved on back home
C (x32010@1)             G (320003@1)            Am (x02210@1)                    D (xx0232@1)And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
G (320003@1)                                        C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
   Am (x02210@1)                   D (xx0232@1)          GAnswerin' (320003@1)to no one, but her and him
  D (xx0232@1)                   C (x32010@1)             GI (320003@1)ran out on his money, ran out on her love
  D (xx0232@1)                     C (x32010@1)      GAt (320003@1)four in the morning I loaded my truck
   Am (x02210@1)         D (xx0232@1)           C (x32010@1)      DI (xx0232@1)left my home town in a big cloud of dust
Am (x02210@1)                     CI (x32010@1)just had to follow my gut
                         D (xx0232@1)            Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1)Am (x02210@1)C (x32010@1)DAnd (xx0232@1)I thank God I ain't   what I almost was        

 

   G (320003@1)           C (x32010@1)             G (320003@1)In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
  G (320003@1)             C (x32010@1)          GStarted (320003@1)stringin' chords and words into songs
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I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
 Am (x02210@1)                     D (xx0232@1)       G (320003@1)Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
       D (xx0232@1)                  C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
         D (xx0232@1)                     C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)When the song comes together and hits them just right
  Am (x02210@1)               D (xx0232@1)                 C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
      Am (x02210@1)                  C (x32010@1)   
Of this music I make and I love
       C (x32010@1)                  Am (x02210@1)And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
       C (x32010@1)                 D (xx0232@1)Yea I thank God I ain't,   what I almost was

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