What I Almost Was

It was my senior year, I just turned 18
 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 24 dive
 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 lettin' my dreams go bust
 But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
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 Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close
 To being some son-in-law to some CEO
 Could've 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 hometown in a big cloud of dust
 I just had to follow my gut
 And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
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 Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
 Started stringin' chords and words into songs
 I've been puttin' in time on 16th 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
 Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was