Eric Church - What i almost was

I^Gt was my senior year I just tur^Cned eigh^Gteen I ^Cmwas a friday night he^Gro, with divi^Dsion one dre^Gams I^G had an offer on the table A^C four year r^Gide 'Til that ^Cmfourth and t^Gwo and twenty^D four di^Gve

I le^Dft on a stretcher, wound u^Cp on a cru^Gtch Walked o^Dn that next summer Wound u^Cp getting c^Gut I fli^Cmpped off that co^Dach, left that sc^Chool in the du^Gst For lett^Aming my dre^Cmams go b^Cust C D (one strum) G But I thank God I ain't what I almost was

Ye^Ga, I moved on back home And came a^Cwful clo^Gse to being s^Cmome son-in-la^Gw to s^Dome C^GEO Coul^Gda been a corner office, country club, su^Cit and tie m^Gan Answer^Cmin' to no one,^D but her and h^Gim

I ran o^Dut on his money, ra^Cn out on her l^Gove At fo^Dur in the morning I lo^Caded my tr^Guck I l^Cmeft my home t^Down in a b^Cig cloud of d^Gust I j^Amust had to fo^Cmllow my g^Cut C D (one strum) And I thank God I ain't what I almost was

In a gu^Gitar town I bought this o^Cld Epip^Ghone Started str^Cmingin' chords and wo^Drds into so^Gngs I've been pu^Gtting in time on Sixt^Ceenth Av^Genue Pouring o^Cmut my heart for t^Dips on a st^Gool I ain't ma^Dking a killing, but t^Chen there's those ni^Gghts When the s^Dong comes together and h^Cits 'em just ri^Gght The cr^Cmowds on their f^Deet cause they c^Can't get eno^Gugh Of this m^Amusic I m^Cmake and I l^Cove And I th^Cank God I ain't, yea I th^Cmank God I ain't, Yea man I th^Cank God I ain't,^D what I almost w^Gas