What I Almost Was

Intro

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It was my senior year
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I just turned eighteen
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I was a friday night hero, with 
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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 
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twenty four dive
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I left on a stretcher, wound up on
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 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 
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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

A  D  A  E 2x

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Yea, I moved on back home
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And came awful close to being 
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some son-in-law to some CEO
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Coulda been a corner office, 
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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 
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on her love
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At four in the morning I loaded my 
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truck
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I left my home town in a big 
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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 
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almost was


Guitar Solo

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In guitar town I bought this old 
Epiphone

Started stringin' chords and words 
into songs

I've been putting in time on 
Sixteenth Avenue
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Pouring out my heart for tips on a 
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stool
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I ain't making a killing, but then
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 theres those nights
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When the song comes together and 
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hits them just right
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The crowds on their feet cause 
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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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Yea I thank God I ain't,   what I 
almost was