Fancy Lyrics

Fancy lyrics

Artist: Reba Mcentire 

Album: Rumor Has It 

Title: Fancy 



(bobbie gentry)



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 tow 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 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 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