[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 2]
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
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