Fancy

INTRO: Em7 E D

#1.
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Well, I remember it all very well 
lookin' back..
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it was the summer that I turned 
eighteen.
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We lived in a one-room, run down 
shack on the
C
outskirts of New Orleans.
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We didn't have money for food or 
rent..to say
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the least we was hard-pressed..
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when momma spent every last penny 
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we had to buy

me a dancin' dress.

#2.
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Momma washed and combed and curled 
my hair..
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then she painted my eyes and lips.
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Then I stepped into the satin 
dancin' dress..it had
  A                        E
a split in the side, clean up to my 
hip.
E                  A             
It was red, velvet-trimmed and it
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 fit me good.
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And standin' back from the lookin' 
glass was a woman
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where a half-growed kid had stood.

CHORUS:
Am                      D        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
G                       A        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
         G                  A     
Lord, forgive me for what I do, 
     Am7
but if you want out,
           D
well, it's up to you.
     C                       B    
Now, don't let me down, your 
                    E
momma's gonna you move uptown.

#3.
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Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
 on my neck and she
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kissed my cheek.
       A
Then I saw the tears welling up in 
her troubled eyes as
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she started to speak.
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She looked at our pitiful shack and 
then she looked at me
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and took a ragged breath..she said,
      A
 your Pa's runned off
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and I'm real sick and the baby's 
gonna starve to death.

#4.
    E                              
She handed me a heart-shaped locket
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 that said, to thine own

self be true.
      A                            
And I shivered as I watched a roach
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 crawl across the toe of

my high-heeled shoe.
   E                             
It sounded like somebody else was 
                 Ab
talkin' askin', Momma what
     Dbm
do I do?
          A                  
She said, just be nice to the 
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gentlemen, Fancy, they'll be nice
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to you.


CHORUS:
Am                      D        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
G                       A        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
         G                  A     
Lord, forgive me for what I do, 
     Am7
but if you want out,
           D
well, it's up to you.
C                      B    
Get up, now, girl, you best be 
            E
movin' uptown.

#5.
E                                 
Well, that was the last time I saw
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 my momma, when I left that rickety

shack.
    A                              
The welfare people came and took 
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the baby, momma died and I ain't

been back.
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But the wheels of fate had started 
                D
to turn and for me there was

no other way out.
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It wasn't very long after, that I 
                      C
knew exactly what my momma was

talkin' 'bout.

#6.
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I knew what I had to do, but I made
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 myself this solemn vow..
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that I was gonna to be a lady 
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someday, though I didn't know when 
or how.
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But I couldn't see spendin' the 
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rest of my life with my head hung
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down in shame.
  A                                
I mighta been born just plain white
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 trash but Fancy was my name.

CHORUS:
Am                      D        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
G                       A        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.

#7.
   E
It wasn't long after that a 
benevolent man took me in off the 
streets.
D                                 
One week later I was pourin' his 
        B                     C
tea in a five roomed penthouse 
suite.
     Dbm               Em
I've charmed a king, a congressman 
and an occasional aristocrat.
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And I got me a Georgia mansion and 
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a New York townhouse flat..
                      G A E
now, I ain't done bad.

#8.
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Now, in this world there's a lot 
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of self-righteous hypocrites who 
call
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me bad.
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They criticize momma for turning 
          A                    E
me out, no matter how little we had.
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But I haven't had to worry 'bout 
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nothin', now for nigh on fifteen 
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years.
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But I can still hear the 
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desperation in my poor momma's voice
 ringin' in
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my ears.

CHORUS:
Am                      D        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
G                       A        
Here's your one chance, Fancy, 
           Em
don't let me down.
         G                  A     
Lord, forgive me for what I do, 
     Am7
but if you want out,
           D
well, it's up to you.
     C                       B    
Now, don't let me down, your 
                         E
momma's gonna help you move uptown.