And there’s a letter left on your doorstep and the first thing that you’ll read,

is, “When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. Someday you’ll turn your radio on, I hope it takes you back to that place. When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress, think of my head on your chest, in my old faded blue jeans. When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me.”