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Eric Church - What I Almost Was tab

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Eric Church
What I Almost Was
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It was my senior year
C               G  
I just turned eighteen
                Am                D 
I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
G                C        
I had an offer on the table
G 
A four year ride
                Am                D            G
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive
D                        C             G
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
D                 
Walked on that next summer
C             G  
Wound up getting cut
   Am                 D        C                 G
Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
Am                        C
For letting my dreams go bust
                          D
But I thank God I ain't   what I almost was



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

 

   G             C               G 
In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
  G               C            G
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
   G                           C          G                           
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
 Am                       D         G 
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
       D                    C            G 
ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
         D                       C         G 
When the song comes together and hits them just right
  Am                 D                   C            G 
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
      Am                    C     
Of this music I make and I love
       C                    Am 
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
       C                   D 
Yea I thank God I ain't,   what I almost was

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