Fancy Reba McEntire
Intro
[F#] [A] [B] [F#]
I r[F#]emember it all very well lookin' back
It was the [E]summer I turned eighteen
We l[B]ived in a one room, rundown shack
On the [D]outskirts of New Orleans
We [F#]didn't have money for food or rent
To say the l[E]east we were hard pressed
Then [B]Mama spent every last penny we had
To [D]buy me a dancin' dress
M[F#]ama washed and combed and curled my hair
and she [B]painted my eyes and [F#]lips then I stepped into a satin
dancin' dress that had a s[B]plit on the side clean [F#]up to my hip
It was r[F#]ed velvet trim[B] and it fit me [F#]good
Standin' [F#]back from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman where a [B]half grown kid had s[F#]tood
She said h[D]ere's your one chance [E]Fancy don't let me d[F#]own
H[A]ere's your one chance F[B]ancy don't let me [F#]down
Mama [F#]dabbed a little bit of perfume on my n[E]eck
And she kissed my cheek
Then I [B/D#]saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eye[D]s
When she started to speak
She [F#]looked at a pitiful shack
And then she looked at [E]me and took a ragged breath
She said your [B/D#]Pa's run off and I'm real sick
And the b[D]aby's gonna starve to death
She [F#]handed me a heart shaped locket that said
"To t[E]hine own self be true"
And I s[B/D#]hivered as I watched a roach crawl across
the [D]toe of my high heeled shoe
It [F#]sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' [A#]Mama what do I [D#M]do
She said j[B]ust be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
And [C#]they'll be nice to you
She said, [D]here's your one chance F[E]ancy don't let me d[F#]own
H[A]ere's your one chance F[B]ancy don't let me d[F#]own
Lord for[A]give me for what I d[B]o, but if y[D]ou want out
Well it's u[E]p to you
Now don't l[D]et me down now your [C#]Mama's gonna move you up[F#]town
Well [F#]that was the last time I saw my Mama
The night I l[E]eft that rickety shack
The w[B/D#]elfare people came and took the baby
Mama d[D]ied and I ain't been back
But the [F#]wheel of fate had started to turn
And for [E]me there was no way out
And it w[B/D#]asn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my M[D]ama'd been talkin' about
I [F#]knew what I had to do but I made mys[E]elf this solemn vow
That I[B/D#]'s gonna be a lady someday
Though I [D]didn't know when or how
I [F#]couldn't see spending the rest of my life
With my h[A#]ead hung down in s[D#M]hame you know
I m[B]ight have been born just plain white trash
But F[C#]ancy was my name
H[D]ere's your one chance [E]Fancy don't let me do[F#]wn
H[A]ere's your one chance F[B]ancy don't let me d[F#]own
It [(F#)]wasn't long after a benevolent man
Took [(E)]me off the street
And o[(B)]ne week later I was pourin' his tea
In a [(F#)]five room hotel suite
I c[(F#)]harmed 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 gone [F#]back[A] [B] [(F#)]
Now [F#]in this world there's a lot of self-righteous h[B]ippocrits
That call me [F#]bad
And criticize Mama for turning me out
No [B]matter how little we [F#]had
But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For [A#]nigh on fifteen y[D#M]ears
Well, I can s[B]till hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's v[C#]oice ringin' in my ears
"[D]Here's your one chance F[E]ancy, don't let me d[F#]own."
Oh. "[A]Here's your one chance F[B]ancy, don't let me d[F#]own."
"Lord, for[A]give me for what I do[B]
But if y[D]ou want out
Well, it's [E]up to you
Now d[D]on't let me down hon, your m[C#]ama's gonna move you u[F#]ptown."
And I guess she did
Outro same as intro
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