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Fancy
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Reba McEntire
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I remember it all very well looking back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we were hard pressed Then mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancing dress Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And she painted my eyes and lips Then I stepped into a satin dancing dress That had a split on the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good Standing back from the looking glass There stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood She said, "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" She said, "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck And then she kissed my cheek And then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes As she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath She said, "Your Pa's run off and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death" She handed me a heart shaped locket that said "To thine own self be true" And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl Across the toe of my high heeled shoe It sounded like somebody else that was talking Asking mama, "What do I do?" She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy They'll be nice to you" She said, "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out Well, it's up to you Now don't let me down now Your mama's gonna move you uptown Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma The night I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby Mama died and I ain't been back But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no way out And it wasn't very long until I knew exactly What my Mama had been talking about I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow That I was going to be a lady someday Though I didn't know when or how But I couldn't see spending the rest of my life With my head hung down in shame You know I might've been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name She said, "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" She said, "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" It wasn't long after a benevolent man took me in off the streets And one week later I was pouring his tea in a five room hotel suite (Yes, she was) I charmed a king, congressman and an occasional aristocrat Then I got me a Georgia mansion And an elegant New York townhouse flat And I ain't done bad (She ain't done bad) Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites That call me bad And criticize Mama for turning me out No matter how little we had But though I ain't had to worry about nothing For nigh on fifteen years Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor Mama's voice ringing in my ears "Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" "Oh, here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down" Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out Well, it's up to you Now don't let me down, honey Mama's gonna move you uptown And I guess she did
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