Brad Paisley – Letter To Me (Guitar)

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If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17

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First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed

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There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid

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And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months

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And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair

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All I can say is pain like that is fast, and it's rare.

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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right

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But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night

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She wasn't right for you

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And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back

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And you're wondering if you'll survive

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You'll make it through this and you'll see

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You're still around to write this letter to me.

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At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth always stop completely

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Don't just tap your brakes

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And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full

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On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool

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Each and every time you have a fight

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Just assume you're wrong and dad is right

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And you should really thank Ms. Brinkman she spent so much extra time

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It's like she sees the diamond underneath

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And she's polishin’ you 'til you shine

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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right

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But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night

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Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead

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Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad’ll kill you dead

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Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C

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And you're still around to write this letter to me

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You've got so much up ahead

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You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife

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And I'd end by saying have no fear

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These are nowhere near the best years of your life

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I guess I'll see you in the mirror

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When you're a grown man

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P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

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And oh, you got so much going for you, going right

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But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night

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I wish you'd study Spanish

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I wish you'd take a typing class

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I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be

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Hey, I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see

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If I could write a letter to me, to me...