Album
Sinners Like Me
What I Almost Was
FIRST PLAYED
Thursday, Jul 06, 2006
Funky Frog, Mentor-On-The-Lake, OH
LAST PLAYED
Saturday, Dec 18, 2021
Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro, NC
Release Date
Tuesday, Jul 18, 2006
Times Played
58
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
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
I 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
Yeah, I moved on back home
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
Could a been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
Answering' 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
Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've 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 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, yeah, I thank God I ain't
Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was
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
I 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
Yeah, I moved on back home
And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
Could a been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
Answering' 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
Guitar town, I bought this old Epiphone
Started stringin' chords and words into songs
I've 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 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, yeah, I thank God I ain't
Man, I thank God I ain't what I almost was