What I Almost Was - Eric Church

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

And I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch

Walked on that next summer, wound up getting cut

I 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

Yeah, 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 mornin' 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 town, I bought this old Epi-phone

Started stringin' chords and words into songs

I've been puttin' in time on Sixteenth Avenue

Pourin' out my heart for tips on a stool

I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's 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, yeah, I thank God I ain't

And I thank God I ain't what I almost was