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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Songwriter
Michael P. Heeney
Michael P. Heeney
Songwriter
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Executive Producer

Lyrics

It was my senior year, I just turned 18 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 24 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 lettin' 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've 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 mornin', I loaded my truck I left my hometown 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
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Michael Heeney, Eric Church Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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