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What I Almost Was by Eric Church





                   What I Almost Was






Capo on 3rd Fret



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

G C G D G



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version 2



Capo 1st Fret

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
        F#m              E         A
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

A  D  A  E  A  D  A  E  A  



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