What I Almost Was
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It was my senior year, I just turned 18
I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams
I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride
'Til that fourth and two, and 24 dive
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut
I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
For lettin' my dreams go bust
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close
To being some son-in-law to some CEO
Could've been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
Answerin' to no one but her and him
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck
I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust
I just had to follow my gut
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've been puttin' in time on 16th Avenue
Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool
I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those nights
When the song comes together and hits them just right
The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get enough
Of this music I make and I love
And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I thank God I ain't
Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was
I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams
I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride
'Til that fourth and two, and 24 dive
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut
I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
For lettin' my dreams go bust
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close
To being some son-in-law to some CEO
Could've been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
Answerin' to no one but her and him
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck
I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust
I just had to follow my gut
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've been puttin' in time on 16th Avenue
Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool
I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those nights
When the song comes together and hits them just right
The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get enough
Of this music I make and I love
And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I thank God I ain't
Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.27] It was my senior year, I just turned 18
[00:25.06] I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams
[00:29.84] I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride
[00:33.96] 'Til that fourth and two, and 24 dive
[00:38.31] I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
[00:42.66] Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut
[00:46.98] I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
[00:51.36] For lettin' my dreams go bust
[00:55.35] But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:01.39]
[01:08.33] Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close
[01:12.24] To being some son-in-law to some CEO
[01:16.30] Could've been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
[01:21.18] Answerin' to no one but her and him
[01:25.34] I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
[01:29.79] At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck
[01:34.03] I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust
[01:38.48] I just had to follow my gut
[01:42.51] And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:48.57]
[02:06.56] Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
[02:14.65] Started stringin' chords and words into songs
[02:23.26] I've been puttin' in time on 16th Avenue
[02:27.72] Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool
[02:31.86] I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those nights
[02:36.13] When the song comes together and hits them just right
[02:40.32] The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get enough
[02:44.74] Of this music I make and I love
[02:49.00] And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I thank God I ain't
[02:57.50] Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[03:03.51]
[00:25.06] I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams
[00:29.84] I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride
[00:33.96] 'Til that fourth and two, and 24 dive
[00:38.31] I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
[00:42.66] Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut
[00:46.98] I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
[00:51.36] For lettin' my dreams go bust
[00:55.35] But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:01.39]
[01:08.33] Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close
[01:12.24] To being some son-in-law to some CEO
[01:16.30] Could've been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
[01:21.18] Answerin' to no one but her and him
[01:25.34] I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
[01:29.79] At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck
[01:34.03] I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust
[01:38.48] I just had to follow my gut
[01:42.51] And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:48.57]
[02:06.56] Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
[02:14.65] Started stringin' chords and words into songs
[02:23.26] I've been puttin' in time on 16th Avenue
[02:27.72] Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool
[02:31.86] I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those nights
[02:36.13] When the song comes together and hits them just right
[02:40.32] The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get enough
[02:44.74] Of this music I make and I love
[02:49.00] And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I thank God I ain't
[02:57.50] Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[03:03.51]