[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
Walked on that next summer
Wound up gettin' 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
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I moved on back home
And came awful close to bein' some son-in-law to some CEO
Could a been a corner office, country club, suit-and-tie man
Answerin' to no one, but her and him
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
In Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've been putting in time on 16th Avenue
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
[Chorus]
I ain't making a killin', but then there's those nights
When the song comes together and hits 'em just right
The crowds on their feet, and they can't get enough
Of this music I make and I love
And I thank God I ain't
I thank God I ain't
I thank God I ain't what I almost was
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