Chords
Letter To Me

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If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17
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First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed
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There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
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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.
                  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
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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
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You'll make it through this and you'll see
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You're still around to write this letter to me.
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At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
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Always stop completely
Bm  
Don't just tap your brakes
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And when you get a date with Bridgett
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Make sure the tank is full
          Am  
On second thought forget it
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That one turns out kinda cool
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Each and every time you have a fight
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Just assume you're wrong and dad is right
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And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
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She spent so much extra time
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It's like she's the diamond underneath
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And she's polishing you 'til you shine.
                     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  
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                                                     C                                                    D              G  
And you're still around to write this letter to me.
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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.
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I guess I'll see you in the mirror
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When you're a grown man
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P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can.
                  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
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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.
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If I could write a letter to me, to me...