- Votes:
- Composers:
- Paisley
- Brad
 
- Genres:
- Country
 
- Tags:
- brad paisley
- letter to me
- mellow
- sad
 
- See also:
Brad Paisley - Letter To Me lyrics
If I could write a letter to me
 And send it back in time to myself at seven-teen
 First I'd prove it's me by sayin'
 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
 And yeah I know you really liked her
 And it just don't seem fair
 But all I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
 And oh you got so much goin' for you
 Goin' right
 But I know at seven-teen
 It's hard to see past Friday night
 She wasn't right for you
 And still you feel like there's
 A knife stickin' 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 daddy's right.
 And you should really thank Miss Brinkman
 She spent so much extra time
 It's like she sees the diamond underneath
 And she's polishin' you 'til you shine.
 Brad Paisley - Letter To Me - http://motolyrics.com/brad-paisley/letter-to-me-lyrics.html
 And oh you got so much goin' for you
 Goin' right
 But I know at seventeen
 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'll 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 got so much up ahead
 You'll make new friends
 You should see your kids and wife
 And I'd end by sayin' 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 goin' for you
 Goin' right
 But I know at seventeen
 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...















