Тональность
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro: G D G D G C G D G C G
G
It was my senior year
C G
I just turned eighteen
Am D
I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams
G C
I had an offer on the table
G
A four year ride
Am D G
'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive
D C G
I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
D
Walked on that next summer
C G
Wound up getting cut
Am D C G
Flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
Am C
For letting my dreams Go bust
D
But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
G
Yea, I moved on back home
C G Am D
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
G C G
Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
Am D G
Answerin' to no one, but her and him
D C G
I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
D C G
At four in the morning I loaded my truck
Am D C D
I left my home town in a big cloud of dust
Am C
I just had to follow my gut
D Am C Am C D
And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
G C G
In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
G C G
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
G C G
I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
Am D G
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
D C G
ain't making a killing, but then theres those nights
D C G
When the song comes together and hits them just right
Am D C G
The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
Am C
Of this music I make and I love
C Am
And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
C D
Yea I thank God I ain't, what I almost was
Outro: G C G D G
