Paroles de 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
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 theres 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, yea i thank god i ain't,
Yea i thank god i ain't, what i almost was