What I Almost Was

[A]  [D]  [A]  [E]  4X Then [A]

It was [A]my senior year
I just [D]turned eigh[A]teen
I was a [F#m]friday night hero, with [E]division one [A]dreams
I had an [A]offer on the table
A [D]four year [A]ride
'Til that [F#m]fourth and two and [E]twenty four [A]dive
I [E]left on a stretcher, wound [D]up on a [A]crutch
Walked [E]on that next summer
Wound [D]up getting [A]cut
[F#m]Flipped off that [E]coach, left that [D]school in the [A]dust
For [Bm]letting my [A/C#]dreams go [D]bust
But I [D]thank God I ain't[E]   what I almost was

[A]  [D]  [A]  [E] 2x

Yea, I [A]moved on back home
And [D]came awful [A]close to being [F#m]some son-in-law to [E]some [A]CEO
Coulda been a [A]corner office, country club, [D]suit and tie [A]man
Answer[F#m]in' to no one, but [E]her and [A]him
[E]I ran out on his money, ran [D]out on her [A]love
At [E]four in the morning I [D]loaded my [A]truck
I [F#m]left my home [E]town in a [D]big cloud of [A]dust
I [Bm]just had to [A/C#]follow my [D]gut
And I [D]thank God I ain't [E]  what I almost [Bm]was

  [A/C#]  [D]  [Bm]  [A/C#] [D]  [E]

[A]In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone

Started stringin' chords and words into songs

I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
Pouring [F#m]out my heart for [E]tips on a [A]stool
I ain't [E]making a killing, but [D]then theres those [A]nights
When the [E]song comes together and [D]hits them just [A]right
The [F#m]crowds on their [E]feet cause they [D]can't get [A]enough
Of this [Bm]music I [A/C#]make and I [D]love
And I thank God I ain't, yea I [F#m]thank God I ain't,
Yea I [D]thank God I ain't,[E]   what I almost was

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