What I Almost Was Lyrics - Singles - 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 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