Eric Church – What I Almost Was (Guitar)

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Intro A D A E 4X Then A
       A
It was my senior year

       D          A
I just turned eighteen

        F#m                     E            A
I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams

         A       
I had an offer on the table

  D         A
A four year ride

          F#m                E           A
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive

  E                          D       A
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch

       E
Walked on that next summer

      D          A
Wound up getting cut

F#m              E                D             A
Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust

    Bm         A/C#      D
For letting my dreams go bust

      D                E
But I thank God I ain't   what I almost was
A D A E 2x
       A 
Yea, I moved on back home

    D          A              F#m                E    A
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO

              A                            D            A
Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man

      F#m                E       A
Answerin' to no one, but her and him

E                           D          A
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love

   E                     D         A
At four in the morning I loaded my truck

  F#m          E         D            A
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust

  Bm          A/C#      D
I just had to follow my gut

      D                 E               Bm
And I thank God I ain't   what I almost was
Guitar Solo A/C# D Bm A/C# D E
A
In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
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Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool

        E                     D                 A
I ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights

         E                       D              A
When the song comes together and hits them just right

    F#m             E               D         A
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough

        Bm      A/C#       D
Of this music I make and I love

                               F#m
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,

      D                 E
Yea I thank God I ain't,   what I almost was
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