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 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, 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