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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 its 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
1st Chorus
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 brakes
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 polishing you ?til you shine
2nd Chorus
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
3rd Chorus
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
Si yo pudiera escribir una carta dirigida a mí
Y lo envía de nuevo en el tiempo a mí mismo a los 17 años
En primer lugar me gustaría demostrar que soy yo diciendo mire debajo de su cama
Hay una Skoal puede y Playboy uno que nadie más sabe que se escondió
Y entonces yo diría que sé que es difícil
Cuando se rompen después de siete meses
Y sí sé que realmente le gustaba y que simplemente no me parece justo
Todo lo que puedo decir es que el dolor como la que es rápido y es muy raro
Estribillo 1
Y, oh usted consiguió mucho a su favor que va bien
Pero sé que a los 17 años es difícil ver más allá de la noche del viernes
Ella no era el adecuado para usted
Y todavía se siente como que hay un cuchillo sobresalía de la espalda
Y usted se está preguntando si voy a sobrevivir
Te va a hacer a través de este y verás
Usted sigue siendo en torno a escribir esta carta para mí
En la señal de parada en Tomlinson y Octava
Siempre detenga por completo no sólo toca los frenos
Y cuando tienes una cita con Bridgett asegurarse de que el depósito está lleno
El segundo pensamiento que olvidar que uno resulta un poco frío
Todas y cada una tiene una pelea
Simplemente se supone que está equivocado y mi papá tiene razón
Y realmente debería agradecer a la Sra. Brinkman
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Brad Paisley
Letter To Me
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 its 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
1st Chorus
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 brakes
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 polishing you ?til you shine
2nd Chorus
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
3rd Chorus
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
Brad Paisley
Letter To Me
Letter To Me
Si yo pudiera escribir una carta dirigida a mí
Y lo envía de nuevo en el tiempo a mí mismo a los 17 años
En primer lugar me gustaría demostrar que soy yo diciendo mire debajo de su cama
Hay una Skoal puede y Playboy uno que nadie más sabe que se escondió
Y entonces yo diría que sé que es difícil
Cuando se rompen después de siete meses
Y sí sé que realmente le gustaba y que simplemente no me parece justo
Todo lo que puedo decir es que el dolor como la que es rápido y es muy raro
Estribillo 1
Y, oh usted consiguió mucho a su favor que va bien
Pero sé que a los 17 años es difícil ver más allá de la noche del viernes
Ella no era el adecuado para usted
Y todavía se siente como que hay un cuchillo sobresalía de la espalda
Y usted se está preguntando si voy a sobrevivir
Te va a hacer a través de este y verás
Usted sigue siendo en torno a escribir esta carta para mí
En la señal de parada en Tomlinson y Octava
Siempre detenga por completo no sólo toca los frenos
Y cuando tienes una cita con Bridgett asegurarse de que el depósito está lleno
El segundo pensamiento que olvidar que uno resulta un poco frío
Todas y cada una tiene una pelea
Simplemente se supone que está equivocado y mi papá tiene razón
Y realmente debería agradecer a la Sra. Brinkman
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
