Brad Paisley - Letter to Me lyrics
Brad Paisley [Bradley Douglas Paisley] Glen Dale, West Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Brad Paisley - Letter to Me lyrics]
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time
To myself at seventeen
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 seventeen 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 Eighth
Always stop completely, well
Don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett
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 Dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs brinkman
She spends so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath and
She's polishin' you 'til you shine
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 stayin' home instead
Because if you fail Algebra
Mom and Dad'll kill you dead
But trust me, you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write
This letter to me
Well, you got so much up ahead
And 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
PS, 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, I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typin' class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
Hey, I'd say have a little
Faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me to me
And send it back in time
To myself at seventeen
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 seventeen 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 Eighth
Always stop completely, well
Don't just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett
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 Dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs brinkman
She spends so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath and
She's polishin' you 'til you shine
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 stayin' home instead
Because if you fail Algebra
Mom and Dad'll kill you dead
But trust me, you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write
This letter to me
Well, you got so much up ahead
And 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
PS, 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, I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typin' class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be
Hey, I'd say have a little
Faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me to me