[00:00.00] 作曲 : Beathard, Church, Heeney
[00:01.56]What I Almost Was
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[00:21.74]It was my senior year
[00:23.55]I just turned eighteen
[00:24.74]
[00:25.61]I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams
[00:29.54]
[00:30.23]I had an offer on the table
[00:32.16]A four year ride
[00:33.47]
[00:34.35]'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive
[00:37.78]
[00:38.96]I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
[00:42.33]
[00:43.15]Walked on that next summer
[00:45.08]Wound up getting cut
[00:46.64]
[00:47.33]I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
[00:51.01]
[00:51.69]For letting my dreams go bust
[00:54.25]
[00:56.00]But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:00.74].
[01:01.30]
[01:08.79]Yea, I moved on back home
[01:10.23]
[01:10.97]And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
[01:16.27]
[01:16.85]Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit and tie man
[01:20.84]
[01:21.61]Answerin' to no one, but her and him
[01:25.42]
[01:25.98]I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
[01:29.60]
[01:30.23]At four in the morning I loaded my truck
[01:33.91]
[01:34.59]I left my home town in a big cloud of dust
[01:38.28]
[01:38.90]I just had to follow my gut
[01:41.83]
[01:43.63]And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:48.68].
[01:48.99]
[02:07.68]In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
[02:10.62]
[02:15.71]Started stringin' chords and words into songs
[02:19.14]
[02:23.88]I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
[02:26.81]
[02:28.19]Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
[02:31.74]
[02:32.37]I ain't making a killing, but then there's those nights
[02:36.24]
[02:36.76]When the song comes together and hits 'em just right
[02:40.32]
[02:40.92]The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
[02:44.16]
[02:45.22]Of this music I make and I love
[02:48.40]
[02:49.55]And I thank God I ain't, yea I thank God I ain't,
[02:55.67]
[02:58.58]Yea man I thank God I ain't, what I almost was

作曲 : Beathard, Church, Heeney
What I Almost Was
.
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
.
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 there's those nights
When the song comes together and hits 'em 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 man I thank God I ain't, what I almost was