Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Bobbie Gentry
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Reba McEntireFancy Lyrics:
Well I remember it all very well lookin' 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 dancin' dress
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And then she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress
That had a split from the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trimmin' and it fit me good
And standin' back from the lookin' 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
Then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin' 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'd 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 heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' 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 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
When they long 'til I knew exactly
What my mama'd been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do
And I made myself this solemn vow
That I's gonna 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 have 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 street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional Aristocrat
Then I got me a Georgia Mansion
In an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous
Hippocrits that would call me bad
And criticize mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For high on fifteen years
Well I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ears
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, hon, your mama's gonna move you uptown
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