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Fancy Songtext
von Reba McEntire

Fancy Songtext

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

Well, Mama washed and combed
And curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
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 runned 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 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 mama
That 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 'til I knew exactly
What my mama 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 don'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 streets
One week later I was pourin' his tea in a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad

Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrits
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 nigh on fifteen years
Well I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama's voice
Ringin' 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 hun your mama's gonna move you uptown"

Oh and I guess she did

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