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Eric Church: What I Almost Was

Capo 1st Fret


A  D  A  E  4X Then A

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

A  D  A  E 2x

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

Guitar Solo

  A/C#  D  Bm  A/C# D  E

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#m              E         A
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
        E                     D                 A
I ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
         E                       D              A
When the song comes together and hits them just right
    F#m             E               D         A
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
        Bm      A/C#       D
Of this music I make and I love
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
      D                 E
Yea I thank God I ain't,   what I almost was

A  D  A  E  A  D  A  E  A  

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