What I Almost Was Chords by Eric Church
Tempo:
112 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] .
[F] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[Bb] .
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.
.
But now thank God I [F] ain't what I [Bb] almost was.
[Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[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.
In [Bb] .
[Eb] .
[Cm] [Bb] .
[Eb] [F] .
[Bb] Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone, started stringing chords and words into songs.
.
[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.
[Eb] [Bb] [F] [Bb] [Eb] .
[Bb] [F] [Bb] .
[N] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] .
[F] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[Bb] .
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.
.
But now thank God I [F] ain't what I [Bb] almost was.
[Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [F] .
[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.
In [Bb] .
[Eb] .
[Cm] [Bb] .
[Eb] [F] .
[Bb] Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone, started stringing chords and words into songs.
.
[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.
[Eb] [Bb] [F] [Bb] [Eb] .
[Bb] [F] [Bb] .
[N] .
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
Gm
Cm
Bb
F
Eb
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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.
_ .
But now thank God I [F] ain't what I [Bb] almost was.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ .
[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.
In [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone, _ _ _ _ _ _ started stringing chords and words into songs.
_ _ _ .
[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.
[Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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.
_ .
But now thank God I [F] ain't what I [Bb] almost was.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ .
[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.
In [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Guitar Town I bought this old Epiphone, _ _ _ _ _ _ started stringing chords and words into songs.
_ _ _ .
[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.
[Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ .
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ .