Lyrics: Shania Twain
Music: Shania Twain
I dreamt of riding horses
That would have been my choice if
I could have afforded them back then
Black ones, shiny as glass
With thick, long manes flowing in slow motion, racing on the sand
At ten, that was just my wild imagination running away with me
According to my mother, I'm the next Tanya Tucker
She drives me to sing in the bar
Push start the Chevy
It's old and it's heavy
And I'm still smaller than my guitar
Smoking like a chimney
Coachin' it in me
"Honey, you're gonna go far"
According to my mother
I'm the next Tanya Tucker
I'm gonna be a star
Yeah, I'm gonna be a star
I heard a song called "At Seventeen"
'Bout the ugly truth of youth and vanity
I wondered if I'd be invisible for life
Under the snow in my little town
Where cold winds blow and every year, someone disappears
Somewhere frozen in time
But five days drive south was Nashville, Tennessee
Waiting for me
According to my mother
I'm the next Tanya Tucker
She drives me to sing in the bar
Push start the Chevy
It's old and it's heavy
And I'm still smaller than my guitar
Smoking like a chimney
Coachin' it in me
"Honey, you're gonna go far"
According to my mother
I'm the next Tanya Tucker
I'm gonna be a star
Gonna make it to that big, round conference table
At a major record label
Little Miss Twain, please sign your name
According to my mother
I'm the next Tanya Tucker
She drives me to sing in the bar
Push start the Chevy
It's old and it's heavy
And I'm still smaller than my guitar
Smoking like a chimney
Coachin' it in me
"Honey, well, you're gonna go far"
According to my mother
I'm the next Tanya Tucker
I'm gonna be a star
I'm gonna be a star