What I Almost Was के बोल

It was my senior year; I'd just turned eighteen. I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table; a four year ride, Till that fourth an' two and twenty-four died. 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 now I thank God I ain't what I almost was. Yeah, I moved on back home an' came awful close, To bein' some son-in-law to some C.O. Coulda been a corner office, country club suit-an'-tie man. Answerin' to no-one but her an' him. I ran out on his money, ran out on her love; At four in the mornin', I loaded my truck. I left my home town in a big cloud of dust, I just had to follow my gut, But now I thank God I ain't what I almost was. :. Instrumental Break .: In guitar-town, I bought this ol' Epiphone, Started stringin' chords an' words into songs. I 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 an' hits 'em just right. The crowd's on their feet 'cause they can't get enough, Of this music. I'm making, I love, An' I thank God I ain't; Yeah, I thank God I ain't; An' I thank God I ain't what I almost was.