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 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