Letter To Me

I think with these chords it should be played with a chapo on the 2nd fret Intro:     If I could write a letter to me    And send it back in time to myself at 17     First I’d prove its 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     Yea 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 wonderin if you’ll survive     But 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 8th    Always stop completely don’t just tap your brakes     And when you get a date with Bridgette      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 polishing 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     Tonights the bonfire rally     But you’re staying home instead     Because if you fail algebra mom and dad will kill you dead     But trust me you’ll squeak by and get a "C"     And you’re still around to write this letter to me    You 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 and let it be     I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see     If I could write a letter to me    To me