IntroADAE 4X Then AA
It was my senior year
DA
I just turned eighteen
F#mEA
I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
A
I had an offer on the table
DAA four year ride
F#mEA
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive
EDA
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
E
Walked on that next summer
DA
Wound up getting cut
F#mEDA
Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
BmA/C#D
For letting my dreams go bust
DE
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
ADAE 2x
A
Yea, I moved on back home
DAF#mEA
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
ADA
Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
F#mEA
Answerin' to no one, but her and him
EDA
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
EDA
At four in the morning I loaded my truck
F#mEDA
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust
BmA/C#D
I just had to follow my gut
DEBm
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
Guitar Solo
A/C#DBmA/C#DEA
In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
F#mEA
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
EDA
I ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
EDA
When the song comes together and hits them just right
F#mEDA
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
BmA/C#D
Of this music I make and I love
F#m
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
DE
Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was
ADAEADAEA
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