Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

4X Then

 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

2x

 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

Guitar solo

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 theres those nights

 When the song comes together and hits them 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,

 Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was