• Title:Letter To Me
  • Artist:Brad Paisley
  • Album:5th Gear
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    Letter To Me
    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 it's 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
    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 breaks
    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 dad is right
    And you really should thank Mrs. Brinkman
    She spent so much extra time
    It's like she sees the diamond underneath
    And she's just polishin' you 'til you shine
    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 by 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
    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
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