What I Almost Was

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

Could of 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 there's those nights

When the song comes together and hits 'em 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,

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