Capo: 2

Letter to Me (capo 2nd fret) Brad Paisley (intro) G, Bm, G, Bm, G, Bm

^GIf I could write a letter to ^Bmme and send ^Git back in time to m^Bmyself at 17 First I'd p^Crove it's me by saying ^Bmlook under your bed

There's a S^Amkoal can and a Playboy no one e^Dlse would know you hid And ^Gthen I'd say I know it's t^Bmough when you br^Geak up after seven m^Bmonths

And yeah, I k^Cnow you really liked her, and it j^Bmust don't seem fair All ^AmI can say is pain like that is f^Dast, and it's rare.

Chorus:

And oh,^G you ^Bmgot so much ^Emgoing for you, g^Em7oing right But I ^Cknow at ^Em17, it's hard to s^Amee past Friday n^Dight

^GShe wasn't r^Bmight for you And s^Emtill you feel like t^Em7here's a knife s^Cticking out of your ^Emback

And you're won^Amdering if you'll sur^Dvive You'll make i^Ct through ^Emthis and you'll^Am see

You're still ar^Cound to write this l^Detter to ^Gme. ^Bm

^GAt the stop sign at Tomlinson and Ei^Bmghth ^GAlways stop completely

^BmDon't just tap your brakes And when you g^Cet a date with Bridgett

Make su^Bmre the tank is full On s^Amecond thought forget it

That one tu^Drns out kinda cool ^GEach and every time you have a f^Bmight

Just as^Gsume you're wrong and dad is ^Bmright And you should rea^Clly thank Mrs. Brinkman

She spent s^Bmo much extra time It's l^Amike she's the diamond underneath

And she's poli^Dshing you 'til you shine. Chorus:

And oh, ^Gyou ^Bmgot so much g^Emoing for you, g^Em7oing right

But I k^Cnow at ^Em17 it's hard to see ^Ampast Friday n^Dight

Ton^Gight's the bonfire ^Bmrally but you're sta^Emying home ins^Em7tead Because^C if you fail a^Emlgebra, mom and ^Amdad will kill you de^Dad

Trust ^Cme you'll squeak by^Em and get a ^AmC

And you're still aro^Cund to write this let^Dter to ^Gme.

^GYou've got so m^Duch ah^Gead You'll ma^Cke new fri^Gends, you s^Chould see your ^Amkids and w^Gife

^GAnd I'd end by saying h^Dave no ^Emfear These are ^Cnowhe^Emre nea^Amr the b^Fest years of your li^Dfe.

^GI guess I'll see you in the mirror ^BmWhen you're a grown man

P.S. go h^Gug Aunt Rita every cha^Dnce you can. Chorus: And oh,^G you ^Bmgot so much g^Emoing for you, g^Em7oing right

But ^CI know at ^Em17, it's ^Amhard to see past Frid^Day night ^GI wish you'd study Sp^Bmanish

^EmI wish you'd take a typ^Em7ing class ^CI wish you wouldn^Em't worry, let it^Am be

I'd s^Cay have a little f^Emaith, and you'll ^Amsee. ^D

If ^GI could write a letter ^Bmto me, to ^Gme... ^Bm ^G

Brad Paisley - Letter to me