Fancy Reba McEntire
Intro: F#m A B F#m
[F#m]Well, I remember it all very well looking back
it was the [A]summer I turned eighteen
We [B]lived in a one room, run down shack
on the [D]out skirts of New Orleans
[F#m]Didn't have money for food or rent
to say the [A]least, we were hard pressed
and [B]mamma spent every last penny we had
to buy [D]me a dancin' dress
Well, mamma [F#m]washed and combed and curled my hair
and then she [B]painted my eyes and [F#m]lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress
that had a [B]split from the side clean [F#m]up to my hip
It was red, velvet [B]trimmin' and it fit me [F#m]good
standing back from the looking glass
there stood a woman where a [B]half grown kid had [F#m]stood
*Chorus*
She said [A]here's your one chance [B]Fancy don't let me [F#m]down
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She said [A]here's your one chance [B]Fancy, don't let me [F#m]down
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[F#m]Mamma died a little bit of perfume on my [A]neck
then she kissed my cheek
and then I [B]saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled [D]eyes
as she started to speak
she [F#m]looked at pitiful shack and then she looked at [A]me
and took a ragged breath
she said your [B]pa's runned off, and I'm real sick
and the [D]baby's gonna starve to death
she [F#m]handed me a heart shaped locked that said
To [A]Thine Own Self Be True
then I [B]shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
the [D]toe of my high heeled shoe
It [F#m]sounded like somebody else that was talking
askin' [Bbm]Mamma what do I [Ebm]do?
She said [B]just be nice to the gentleman Fancy
[Db]they'll be nice to you
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, [A]forgive me for what I [B]do
But if [A]you want out well it's [B]up to you
now don't [A]let me down, now, your [B]mamma's gonna move you up [F#m]town
Well, that was the last time I saw my mamma
then I left that rickedy shack
the welfare people came and took the baby
mamma died and I ain't been back
but the wheels of fate started to turn
and for me there was no way out
wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
what my mamma been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do
and I made myself this solemn vow
I's gonna be a lady someday
though I didn't know when or how
but I [F#m]couldn't see spending the rest of my life
with my [Bbm]head hung down in [Ebm]shame
Ya know I [B]might've been born just plain white trash
but [Db]Fancy was my name
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
she said here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down
It wasn't long after a benevolent man
took me in off the streets
one week later I was pouring his tea
in a five room hotel suite
I charmed the King, a congressman
and an occasional aristicrat
and then I got me a Georgia mansion
and an elegant New York townhouse flat
and I ain't done bad
Now in the world there's alot of self-righteous
hypocrites, that call me bad
criticize mamma for turning me out
no matter how little we had
but thought I ain't had to worry 'bout nothing
for all my fifteen years
well I can still hear the desperation
in my poor mamma's voice ringing in my ears
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Whoa, 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, hon, your mamma's gonna move you up town
Oh and I guess she did
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