Eric Church - What i almost was

It was ^Amy senior year I just ^Dturned eigh^Ateen I was a ^F#mfriday night hero, with ^Edivision one ^Adreams I had an ^Aoffer on the table A ^Dfour year ^Aride 'Til that ^F#mfourth and two and ^Etwenty four ^Adive I ^Eleft on a stretcher, wound ^Dup on a ^Acrutch Walked ^Eon that next summer Wound ^Dup getting ^Acut ^F#mFlipped off that ^Ecoach, left that ^Dschool in the ^Adust For ^Bmletting my ^A/C#dreams go ^Dbust But I ^Dthank God I ain't^E what I almost was

Yea, I ^Amoved on back home And ^Dcame awful ^Aclose to being ^F#msome son-in-law to ^Esome ^ACEO Coulda been a ^Acorner office, country club, ^Dsuit and tie ^Aman Answer^F#min' to no one, but ^Eher and ^Ahim ^EI ran out on his money, ran ^Dout on her ^Alove At ^Efour in the morning I ^Dloaded my ^Atruck I ^F#mleft my home ^Etown in a ^Dbig cloud of ^Adust I ^Bmjust had to ^A/C#follow my ^Dgut And I ^Dthank God I ain't ^E what I almost ^Bmwas

^AIn guitar town I bought this old Epiphone Started stringin' chords and words into songs

Pouring ^F#mout my heart for ^Etips on a ^Astool I ain't ^Emaking a killing, but ^Dthen theres those ^Anights When the ^Esong comes together and ^Dhits them just ^Aright The ^F#mcrowds on their ^Efeet cause they ^Dcan't get ^Aenough Of this ^Bmmusic I ^A/C#make and I ^Dlove And I thank God I ain't, yea I ^F#mthank God I ain't, Yea I ^Dthank God I ain't,^E what I almost was