Eric Church — What I Almost Was

Capo on 3rd Fret Intro: G D G D G C G D G C G G It was my senior year C G I just turned eighteen Am D I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams G C I had an offer on the table G A four year ride Am D G 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive D C G I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch D Walked on that next summer C G Wound up getting cut Am D C G Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust Am C For letting my dreams Go bust D But I thank God I ain't what I almost was G Yea, I moved on back home C G Am D And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO G C G Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man Am D G Answerin' to no one, but her and him D C G I ran out on his money, ran out on her love D C G At four in the morning I loaded my truck Am D C D I left my home town in a big cloud of dust Am C I just had to follow my gut D Am C Am C D And I thank God I ain't what I almost was G C G In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone G C G Started stringin' chords and words into songs G C G I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue Am D G Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool D C G ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights D C G When the song comes together and hits them just right Am D C G The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough Am C Of this music I make and I love C Am And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't, C D Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was Outro: G C G D G

 Capo 1st Fret

Intro: A D A E }x4 A

     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
      A     
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
     E
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 }x2

     A 
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

A
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
                     F#m
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

Outro: A D A E A D A E A