It Was My Senior Year
I Just Turned Eighteen
I Was A Friday Night Hero, With Division One Dreams
I Had An Offer On The Table
A Four Year Ride
'Til That Fourth And Two And Twenty Four Dive
I Left On A Stretcher, Wound Up On A Crutch
Walked On That Next Summer
Wound Up Getting Cut
Flipped Off That Coach, Left That School In The Dust
For Letting My Dreams Go Bust
But I Thank God I Ain't What I Almost Was

Yea, I Moved On Back Home
And Came Awful Close To Being Some Son-in-law To Some CEO
Coulda Been A Corner Office, Country Club, Suit And Tie Man
Answerin' To No One, But Her And Him
I Ran Out On His Money, Ran Out On Her Love
At Four In The Morning I Loaded My Truck
I Left My Home Town In A Big Cloud Of Dust
I Just Had To Follow My Gut
And I Thank God I Ain't What I Almost Was

In Guitar Town I Bought This Old Epiphone
Started Stringin' Chords And Words Into Songs
I've Been Putting In Time On Sixteenth Avenue
Pouring Out My Heart For Tips On A Stool
I Ain't Making A Killing, But Then Theres Those Nights
When The Song Comes Together And Hits Them Just Right
The Crowds On Their Feet Cause They Can't Get Enough
Of This Music I Make And I Love
And I Thank God I Ain't, Yea I Thank God I Ain't,
Yea I Thank God I Ain't, What I Almost Was