Letter to me
par Brad Paisley
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If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I´d prove it´s me by saying look under your bed
There´s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I´d say I know its tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don´t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it´s rare
[1st Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn´t right for you
And still you feel like there´s a knife sticking out of your back
And you´re wondering if you´ll survive
You´ll make it through this and you´ll see
You´re still around to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don´t just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you´re wrong and daddy is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Bringman
She spend so much extra time
It´s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she´s polishing you ´til you shine
[2nd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight´s the bonfire rally
But you´re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you´ll squeak by and get a C
And you´re still around to write this letter to me
You´ve got so much up ahead
You´ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I´d end up saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life
I guess I´ll see you in the mirror
When you´re a grown man
P.S. "go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can"
[3rd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you´d study Spanish
I wish you´d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn´t worry, let it be
I´d say have a little faith and you´ll see
If I could write a letter to me
To me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I´d prove it´s me by saying look under your bed
There´s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I´d say I know its tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don´t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it´s rare
[1st Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn´t right for you
And still you feel like there´s a knife sticking out of your back
And you´re wondering if you´ll survive
You´ll make it through this and you´ll see
You´re still around to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don´t just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you´re wrong and daddy is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Bringman
She spend so much extra time
It´s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she´s polishing you ´til you shine
[2nd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight´s the bonfire rally
But you´re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you´ll squeak by and get a C
And you´re still around to write this letter to me
You´ve got so much up ahead
You´ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I´d end up saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life
I guess I´ll see you in the mirror
When you´re a grown man
P.S. "go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can"
[3rd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it´s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you´d study Spanish
I wish you´d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn´t worry, let it be
I´d say have a little faith and you´ll see
If I could write a letter to me
To me
