Eric Church What I Almost Was Capo on 3rd Fret G D G D G C G D G C G G It was my senior year C G I just turned eighteen Am D I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams G C I had an offer on the table G A four year ride Am D G 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive 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 Am D C G Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust Am C For letting my dreams go bust D But I thank God I ain't what I almost was G Yea, I moved on back home C G Am D And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO G C G Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man Am D G Answerin' to no one, but her and him 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 Am D C D I left my home town in a big cloud of dust Am C I just had to follow my gut D Am C Am C D And I thank God I ain't what I almost was G C G In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone G C G Started stringin' chords and words into songs G C G I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue Am D G Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool D C G ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights D C G When the song comes together and hits them just right Am D C G The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough Am C Of this music I make and I love C Am And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't, C D Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was G C G D G
