Eric Church: What I Almost Was


Capo 1st Fret

Intro

A (x02220@1)D (xx0232@1)A (x02220@1)E (022100@1)4X Then A (x02220@1)
       AIt (x02220@1)was my senior year
       D (xx0232@1)        AI (x02220@1)just turned eighteen
        F#m (244222@1)                   E (022100@1)          AI (x02220@1)was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
         A (x02220@1)     
I had an offer on the table
  D (xx0232@1)       AA (x02220@1)four year ride
          F#m (244222@1)              E (022100@1)         A'Til (x02220@1)that fourth and two and twenty four dive
  E (022100@1)                        D (xx0232@1)     AI (x02220@1)left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
       EWalked (022100@1)on that next summer
      D (xx0232@1)        AWound (x02220@1)up getting cut
F#m (244222@1)            E (022100@1)              D (xx0232@1)           AFlipped (x02220@1)off that coach, left that school in the dust
    Bm (x24432@1)       A/C# (042220@1)    DFor (xx0232@1)letting my dreams go bust
      D (xx0232@1)              EBut (022100@1)I thank God I ain't   what I almost was

A (x02220@1)D (xx0232@1)A (x02220@1)E2x (022100@1)
       A (x02220@1)Yea, I moved on back home
    D (xx0232@1)        A (x02220@1)            F#m (244222@1)              E (022100@1)  AAnd (x02220@1)came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
              A (x02220@1)                          D (xx0232@1)          ACoulda (x02220@1)been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
      F#m (244222@1)              E (022100@1)     AAnswerin' (x02220@1)to no one, but her and him
E (022100@1)                         D (xx0232@1)        AI (x02220@1)ran out on his money, ran out on her love
   E (022100@1)                   D (xx0232@1)       AAt (x02220@1)four in the morning I loaded my truck
  F#m (244222@1)        E (022100@1)       D (xx0232@1)          AI (x02220@1)left my home town in a big cloud of dust
  Bm (x24432@1)        A/C# (042220@1)    DI (xx0232@1)just had to follow my gut
      D (xx0232@1)               E (022100@1)             BmAnd (x24432@1)I thank God I ain't   what I almost was


Guitar Solo

  A/C# (042220@1)D (xx0232@1)Bm (x24432@1)A/C# (042220@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D  E (022100@1)
AIn (x02220@1)guitar town I bought this old Epiphone

Started stringin' chords and words into songs
                             
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
        F#m (244222@1)            E (022100@1)       APouring (x02220@1)out my heart for tips on a stool
        E (022100@1)                   D (xx0232@1)               AI (x02220@1)ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
         E (022100@1)                     D (xx0232@1)            AWhen (x02220@1)the song comes together and hits them just right
    F#m (244222@1)           E (022100@1)             D (xx0232@1)       AThe (x02220@1)crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
        Bm (x24432@1)    A/C# (042220@1)     DOf (xx0232@1)this music I make and I love
                               F#mAnd (244222@1)I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
      D (xx0232@1)               EYea (022100@1)I thank God I ain't,   what I almost was

A (x02220@1)D (xx0232@1)A (x02220@1)E (022100@1)A (x02220@1)D (xx0232@1)A (x02220@1)E (022100@1)A (x02220@1)