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