Fancy

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I remember it all very well looking back
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Was the summer I turned eighteen
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We lived in a one room, worn-out shack on the outskirts of New Orleans
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We didn't have money for food or rent, to say the least we was hard-pressed
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And mama spent every last penny we had to buy me a dancin' dress
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Mama washed and combed and curled my hair and she painted my eyes and lips
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Stepped into a satin dancin' dress that had a slit in the side clean up to my hips
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It was red velvet trimming and it fit me good
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Staring back from the looking glass, there stood a woman where a half-grown boy had stood

[Chorus]
D                                           F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
A                       B                   F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down

[Verse 2]
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Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck and she kissed my cheek
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I could see the tears welling up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak
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She looked at our pitiful shack, and then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
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She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick and the baby's gonna starve to death
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She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said, "To thine own self be true"
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And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across the toe of my high-heeled shoe
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It sounded like somebody else that was talking, asking, "Mama what do I do?"
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She said, "Just be nice to the gentleman, Fancy, they'll be nice to you"

[Chorus]
D                                           F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
A                       B                   F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
      A                     B          D                   E
Lord, forgive me for what I do, but if you want out, well, it's up to you
      D                     C#                         F#
Don't let me down now, your mama's gonna move you uptown

[Verse 3]
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That was the last time I saw my Ma, the night I left that rickety shack
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The welfare people came and took the baby, mama died and I ain't been back
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But the wheels of fate had started to turn and for me there was no way out
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It wasn't very long till I knew exactly what my mama'd been talking about
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I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
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Said I was gonna be a lady someday, though it didn't matter when or how
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I couldn't see spending the rest of my life with my head held down in shame
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You know, I might've been born just plain white trash but Fancy was my name

[Chorus]
D                                           F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
A                       B                   F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down

[Verse 4]
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It wasn't long after a benevolent man took me in off the street
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One week later I was pouring his tea in a five-room hotel suite
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I charmed a king, a congressman, and the occasional aristocrat
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I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse flat and I ain't done bad
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Now in this life there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites that call me bad
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And criticize mama for turning me out, no matter how little we had
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And though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' for now on fifteen years
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I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama's voice ringing in my ears

[Chorus]
D                                           F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
A                       B                   F#
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
      A                     B          D                        E
Lord, forgive me for what I do, but if you want out, well, it's up to you
D                           C#                    F#
Don't let me down now, your mama's gonna move you Uptown