What I Almost Was chords

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It was my senior year, I just turned 18, I Gm was a Friday night hero F with Bb Division 1 dreams.
I had an offer on the table, a four year ride, Gm so that fourth and two F and Bb twenty-four died.
F I left on a Eb stretcher, wound up Bb on a crunch, F walked home that next summer, Eb wound up Bb getting cut.
Gm I flipped F off that coach, Eb left that school Bb in the dust, Cm before letting Bb my dreams Eb go bust.
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But now thank God I F ain't what I Bb almost was.
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Bb Yeah, I moved on back home, Eb Bb came off close to Gm being some son-in-law F to some Bb CEO.
Could have been a corner office country Eb club, suit and Bb tie man, Gm answering to no one.
F But Bb I earned him.
F I ran out on his Eb money, ran out Bb on her F luck, at four in the morning Bb I loaded my truck.
Gm I left F my hometown Eb in a big Bb cloud of dust, I Cm just Bb had to follow Eb my gut.
And I thank God I F ain't what I Cm almost was.
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_ _ _ _ Bb Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone, _ _ _ _ _ _ started stringing chords and words into songs.
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Gm _ Am _ Bb _ I've been putting in time on Eb 16th Bb Avenue, Gm pouring out my heart F for tips Bb on a stew.
F I ain't making a Bb.
killing but then there's those nights F when the song comes together Eb and it gets Bb on just right.
Gm The crowd's F on their feet Eb cause they can't Bb get enough C of this Bb music I make Eb and I love.
And I thank God I ain't, _ _ Gm yeah I thank God I ain't, _ _ Eb man I thank God I F ain't what I Bb almost was.
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