I dreamt of riding horsesThat would've been my choiceIf I could have afforded them back thenBlack ones, shiny as glassWith thick, long manes flowin' in slow motionRacing on the sandAt tenIt was just my wild imagination running away with meAccording to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerShe drives me to sing in the barPush start the Chevy, it's old and it's heavyAnd I'm still smaller than my guitarSmoking like a chimney, coaching it in me"Honey, you're gonna go far"According to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerI'm gonna be a starYeah, I'm gonna be a starI heard a song called "At Seventeen"'Bout the ugly truth of youth and vanityI wondered if I'd be invisible for lifeUnder the snow in my little townWhere cold winds blow and, every year, someone disappearsSomewhere frozen in timeBut five days drive south was Nashville, TennesseeWaiting for meAccording to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerShe drives me to sing in the barPush start the Chevy, it's old, and it's heavyAnd I'm still smaller than my guitarSmoking like a chimney, coaching it in me"Honey, you're gonna go far"According to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerI'm gonna be a starGonna make it to that big, round conference tableAt a major record labelLittle Miss TwainPlease sign your nameAccording to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerShe drives me to sing in the barPush start the Chevy, it's old, and it's heavyAnd I'm still smaller than my guitarSmoking like a chimney, coaching it in me"Honey, well, you're gonna go far"According to my mother, I'm the next Tanya TuckerI'm gonna be a starI'm gonna be a star
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Little Miss Twain (Feat. Tanya Tucker)Shania Twain
I dreamt of riding horses
That would've been my choice
If I could have afforded them back then
Black ones, shiny as glass
With thick, long manes flowin' in slow motion
Racing on the sand
At ten
It 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, coaching 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, coaching 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, coaching 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
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