Reba Mcentire - Fancy Lyrics
(bobbie gentry)I remember it all very well lookin backIt was the summer I turned eighteenWe lived in a one room, rundown shackOn the outskirts of new orleansWe didnt have money for food or rentTo say the least we were hard pressedThen mama spent every last penny we hadTo buy me a dancin dressMama washed and combed and curled my hairAnd she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satinDancin dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hipIt was red velvet trim and it fit me goodStandin back from the lookin glassThere stood a woman where a half gown kid had stoodShe said heres your one chance fancy dont let me downHeres your one chance fancy dont let me downMama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neckAnd she kissed my cheekThen I saw the tears wellin up in her troubled eyesWhen she started to speakShe looked at a pitiful shackAnd then she looked at me and took a ragged breathShe said your pas run off and Im real sickAnd the babys gonna starve to deathShe handed me a heart shaped locket that saidTo thine own self be trueAnd I shivered as I watched a roach crawl acrossThe tow of my high heel shoeIt sounded like somebody else that was talkinAskin mama what do I doShe said just be nice to the gentlemen fancyAnd theyll be nice to youShe said heres your chance fancy dont let me downHeres your one chance fancy dont let me downLord forgive me for what I do, but if you want outWell its up to youNow dont let me down you better start movin uptownWell, that was the last time I saw my maThe night I left that rickety shackThe welfare people came and took the babyMama died and I aint been backBut the wheels of fate had started to turnAnd for me there was no way outAnd it wasnt very long til I knew exactlyWhat my mamas been talkin aboutI knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vowThat is gonna be a lady somedayThough I dont know when or howI couldnt see spending the rest of my lifeWith my head hung down in shame you knowI might have been born just plain white trashBut fancy was my nameHeres your one chance fancy dont let me downHeres your one chance fancy dont let me downIt wasnt very long after a benevolent manTook me off the streetAnd one week later I was pourin his teaIn a five room hotel suiteI charmed a king, a congressmanAnd an occasional aristocratThen I got me a georgia mansionIn an elegant new york townhouse flatAnd I aint done badNow in this world theres a lot of self-righteous hippocritsThat would call me badAnd criticize mama for turning me outNo matter how little we hadBut though I aint had to worry bout nothinFor nigh on fifteen yearsI can still hear the desperation in my poorMamas voice ringin in my earShe said, heres your one chance fancy dont let me downHeres your one chance fancy dont let me downLord, forgive me for what I doBut if you want out well its up to youNow dont let me downYour mamas gonna help you uptownI guess she did
