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Letter To Me (Made Famous by Brad Paisley)

The Country Heroes1 Oct 2010

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Letter To Me (Made Famous by Brad Paisley) - The Country Heroes

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 should really 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