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Fancy

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  • 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 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 gown kid had stood
    She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
    And she kissed my cheek
    Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
    When she started to speak
    She looked at a 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 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
    And 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 you better start movin' 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 'til I knew exactly
    What my Mama's been talkin' about
    I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
    That I's gonna be a lady someday
    Though I don't know when or how
    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
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    It wasn't very long after a benevolent man
    Took me 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 hypocrite
    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
    I can still hear the desperation in my poor
    Mama's voice ringin' in my ear
    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
    Your Mama's gonna help you uptown
    I guess she did
  • 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 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 gown kid had stood
    She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
    And she kissed my cheek
    Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
    When she started to speak
    She looked at a 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 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
    And 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 you better start movin' 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 'til I knew exactly
    What my Mama's been talkin' about
    I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
    That I's gonna be a lady someday
    Though I don't know when or how
    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
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
    It wasn't very long after a benevolent man
    Took me 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 hypocrite
    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
    I can still hear the desperation in my poor
    Mama's voice ringin' in my ear
    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
    Your Mama's gonna help you uptown
    I guess she did