LRC歌词
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[ti:What I Almost Was]
[ar:Eric Church]
[al:Sinners Like Me]
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[00:01.561]What I Almost Was
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[00:21.741]It was my senior year
[00:23.551]I just turned eighteen
[00:25.611]I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams
[00:30.231]I had an offer on the table
[00:32.161]A four year ride
[00:34.351]'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive
[00:38.961]I left on a stretcher wound up on a crutch
[00:43.151]Walked on that next summer
[00:45.081]Wound up getting cut
[00:47.331]I flipped off that coach left that school in the dust
[00:51.691]For letting my dreams go bust
[00:56.001]But I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:00.741]
[01:08.791]Yea I moved on back home
[01:10.970]And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some CEO
[01:16.850]Coulda been a corner office country club suit and tie man
[01:21.610]Answerin' to no one but her and him
[01:25.980]I ran out on his money ran out on her love
[01:30.230]At four in the morning I loaded my truck
[01:34.590]I left my home town in a big cloud of dust
[01:38.900]I just had to follow my gut
[01:43.630]And I thank God I ain't what I almost was
[01:48.680]
[02:07.680]In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone
[02:15.710]Started stringin' chords and words into songs
[02:23.880]I've been putting in time on Sixteenth Avenue
[02:28.190]Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
[02:32.370]I ain't making a killing but then there's those nights
[02:36.760]When the song comes together and hits 'em just right
[02:40.920]The crowds on their feet cause they can't get enough
[02:45.220]Of this music I make and I love
[02:49.550]And I thank God I ain't yea I thank God I ain't
[02:58.580]Yea man I thank God I ain't what I almost was
文本歌词
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