|
Search
Song Lyrics
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
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 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
Album
 What I Almost WasMore music by Eric Church
Search
|
Video
Karaoke scroller
 
|
| Eric Church Song Lyrics - What I Almost Was |
