IntroGBmGBmGBmVerse 1GBmGBm
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17
CBm
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
AmD
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
GBmGBm
And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months
CBm
And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair
AmD
All I can say is pain like that is fast, and it's rare.
ChorusGBmEmEm7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
CEmAmD
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
GBm
She wasn't right for you
EmEm7CEm
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
AmD
And you're wondering if you'll survive
CEmAm
You'll make it through this and you'll see
CDGBm
You're still around to write this letter to me.
Verse 2GBm
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
G
Always stop completely
Bm
Don't just tap your brakes
C
And when you get a date with Bridgett
Bm
Make sure the tank is full
Am
On second thought forget it
D
That one turns out kinda cool
GBm
Each and every time you have a fight
GBm
Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
C
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
Bm
She spent so much extra time
Am
It's like she's the diamond underneath
D
And she's polishing you 'til you shine.
Chorus 2GBmEmEm7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
CEmAmD
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night
GBmEmEm7
Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead
CEmAmD
Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead
CEmAm
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a CCDG
And you're still around to write this letter to me.
Verse 3GDG
You've got so much ahead
CGCAmG
You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife
GDEm
And I'd end by saying have no fear
CEmAmFD
These are nowhere near the best years of your life.
G
I guess I'll see you in the mirror
Bm
When you're a grown man
GD
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can.
ChorusGBmEmEm7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right
CEmAmD
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night
GBm
I wish you'd study Spanish
EmEm7
I wish you'd take a typing class
CEmAm
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
CEmAmD
I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see.
OutroGBmGBmG
If I could write a letter to me, to me
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