Letter To Me — Falling Notes Piano Tutorial

If (A)I could write a let ter to me and (A)send it back in time to my self at sev en teen, first, I’d (D)prove it’s me by say in’, (A)“Look un der your bed; there’s a Skoal can and a Play boy no one (Esus)else would know you hid.” And (A)then I’d say, “I know it’s tough when you break up af ter sev en months. And, yeah, I (D)know you real ly liked her, and it just don’t seem fair. But all (Bm7)I can say is pain like that is (Esus)fast and it’s (E)rare. And (A)oh, you got so much (F#m)go in’ for you, go in’ right, but I know at sev en teen it’s hard to see past Fri day night. She was n’t right for you, and still you feel like there’s a knife (D)stick in’ out of your back and you’re won der in’ if you’ll sur vive. But, you’ll make it through this and you’ll see you’re (A)still a round to write this (E)let ter to me. At the (A)stop sign at Tom lin son and Eighth, (A)al ways stop com plete ly, and (E)don’t just tap your brakes. And when you (D)get a date with Brid get, make (A)sure the tank is full. On (Bm7)sec ond thought, for get it; that one turns out kind a cool. Each and ev ’ry time you have a fight, just as sume you’re wrong and Dad dy’s right. And you should (D)real ly thank Miss Brink man; she spends (A)so much ex tra time. It’s like she (Bm7)sees the dia mond un der neath and she’s (Esus)pol ish in’ you till you shine. And (A)oh, you got so much (F#m)go in’ for you, go in’ right, but I know at sev en teen it’s hard to see past Fri day night. To night’s the bon fire ral ly, but you’re stay in’ home in stead, be cause if you fail (A)al ge bra, (Bm7)Mom and Dad ’ll kill you dead. But, (D)trust me, you’ll squeak (A)by and get a “C”. And you’re (A)still a round to write this (E)let ter to me. (CN.C.)You’ve got so much (E)up a head, you’ll (D)make new friends. You should (D)see (A)your (E)kids and wife.” And I’d end by say in’, (E)“Have no fear, these are (D)no (A)where (Bm7)near (A)the (G)best years (D)of your (Esus)life. I guess I’ll (D)see you in the mir ror when (A)you’re a grown man. P. S. go hug Aunt Ri ta (Esus)ev ’ry chance you can. And oh, you’ve got so much (F#m)go in’ for you, go in’ right, but I know at sev en teen it’s hard to see past Fri day night. I wish you’d (E)stud y Span ish, I (F#m7)wish you’d take a typ in’ class. I (D)wish you would n’t (A)wor ry and let it be.” Hey, I’d (A)say, (D)“Have a lit tle faith and you’ll see.” If (A)I could write a let ter to me, to me.