Letter To Me

Tom: G
Intro: G, Bm, G, Bm, G, Bm
 
G                            Bm          G                   Bm
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17

           C                      Bm    
First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed

           Am                             D
There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid

    G                         Bm              G                   Bm
And then I'd say I know it's tough when you break up after seven months

             C                                 Bm
And yeah, I know you really liked her, and it just don't seem fair

    Am                              D
All I can say is pain like that is fast, and it's rare.

Chorus:

       G    Bm          Em              Em7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right

      C       Em                Am              D
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night

G           Bm
She wasn't right for you

     Em                  Em7             C                   Em
And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back

              Am                  D
And you're wondering if you'll survive

             C         Em             Am
You'll make it through this and you'll see

               C                   D        G         Bm
You're still around to write this letter to me.


G                                   Bm
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

G                               Bm
Each and every time you have a fight

       G                            Bm
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:

        G   Bm           Em             Em7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right


       C      Em                  Am           D
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night



   G                  Bm                  Em           Em7
Tonight's the bonfire rally but you're staying home instead

       C             Em              Am                  D
Because if you fail algebra, mom and dad will kill you dead

      C                  Em         Am
Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C


                    C                    D      G
And you're still around to write this letter to me.


G              D     G
You've got so much ahead

         C         G          C              Am        G
You'll make new friends, you should see your kids and wife


G                      D      Em
And I'd end by saying have no fear

          C    Em    Am     F                   D
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

         G                     D
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can.

Chorus:
       G    Bm           Em             Em7
And oh, you got so much going for you, going right

    C         Em       Am                   D
But I know at 17, it's hard to see past Friday night

G                    Bm
I wish you'd study Spanish

Em                     Em7
I wish you'd take a typing class

C                Em              Am
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be

     C                 Em               Am       D
I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see.


   G                      Bm        G          Bm       G
If I could write a letter to me, to me...