12 acessos
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
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