What I Almost Was - Church, Eric
it was my senior year, i just turned eighteen, 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 twenty four dive, i left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch, walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut, flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust, for letting my dreams go bust, but i thank god i ain't what i almost was, yea, i moved on back home, and came awful close to being some son-in-law to some ceo, coulda 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 morning i loaded my truck, i left my home town in a big cloud of dust, i just had to follow my gut, and i thank god i ain't what i almost was, 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 out my heart for tips on a stool, i ain't making a killing, but then there's those nights, when the song comes together and hits 'em 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, yea i thank god i ain't, man i thank god i ain't, what i almost was
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