| E/G# | 476454 |
| Intro |
| A | E/A | A | E/A | A | E/A |
| Verse 1 |
| A | E/A | A | E/A | |
| If I could write a letter to | me and | send it back in time to | myself at 17 |
| D | A | |
| First I'd | prove it's me by saying look | under your bed |
| Bm | E | |
| There's a | Skoal can and a Playboy no one | else would know you hid |
| A | E/A | A | E/A | |
| And | then I'd say I know it's | tough when you | break up after seven | months |
| D | A/C# | |
| And yeah, I | know you really liked her, and it | just don't seem fair |
| Bm | E | |
| All | I can say is pain like that is | fast, and it's rare. |
| Chorus 1 |
| A | E/G# | F#m | A | |
| And | oh, you | got so much | going for you, | going right |
| D | A | Bm | E | |
| But | I know at | 17, it's | hard to see past | Friday night |
| A | E/G# | |
| She wasn't | right for you |
| F#m | A | D | A | |
| And | still you feel like | there's a knife | sticking out of | your back |
| Bm | E | |
| And you're | wondering if | you'll survive |
| D | A | Bm | |
| You'll make it | through this and you'll | see |
| A | D | E | A | E/A | |
| You're still | around to write this | letter to | me. |
| Verse 2 |
| A | E/A | A | |
| At the stop sign at Tomlinson and | Eighth | always stop completely |
| E/A | |
| Don't just tap your brakes |
| D | A/C# | |
| And when you | get a date with Bridgett make | sure the tank is full |
| Bm | E | |
| On | second thought forget it that one | turns out kinda cool |
| A | E/A | |
| Each and every time you have a | fight |
| A | E/A | |
| Just | assume you're wrong and dad is | right |
| D | A | |
| And you should | really thank Ms. Brinkman she spent | so much extra time |
| Bm | |
| It's like she | sees the diamond underneath |
| E | |
| And she's | polishin' you 'til you shine |
| Chorus 2 |
| A | E/G# | F#m | A | |
| And | oh, you | got so much g | oing for you, | going right |
| D | A | Bm | E | |
| But I | know at | 17 it's | hard to see past | Friday night |
| A | E/G# | F#m | A | |
| Tonight's the | bonfire rally | but you're staying | home instead |
| D | A | Bm | E | |
| Because | if you fail | algebra, | mom and dad'll | kill you dead |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Trust me you'll squeak | by and get a | C |
| A | D | E | A | |
| And you're still | around to write this | letter to | me |
| A | E | A | |
| You've got so much | up | ahead |
| D | A | D | A/C# | E | A | |
| You'll | make new | friends, you should | see | your k | ids and | wife |
| Verse 3 |
| A | E | F#m | |
| And I'd end by saying | have no | fear |
| D | A/C# | Bm | A | G | D | E | |
| These are | now | here n | ear t | he b | est years | of your | life |
| D | |
| I guess I'll | see you in the mirror |
| A/C# | |
| When | you're a grown man |
| Bm | E | |
| P | .S. go hug Aunt Rita | every chance you can |
| Chorus 3 |
| A | E/G# | F#m | A | |
| And | oh, you | got so much g | oing for you, | going right |
| D | A | Bm | E | |
| But | I know at | 17, it's | hard to see past | Friday night |
| A | E/G# | |
| I wish you'd | study Spanish |
| F#m | A | |
| I wish you'd take a typing | class |
| D | A | Bm | |
| I wish you wouldn't | worry, let it | be |
| A | D | A/C# | Bm | E | |
| Hey, I'd say | have a little | faith, and you'll | see |
| A | E/A | A | E/A | A | |
| If | I could write a letter to | me, to | me... |
| This tab is based upon what I hear and is my own interpretation of the song. |