Well, I remember it all very well lookin` back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
on the outskirts of New Orleans.
We didn`t have money for food or rent
to say the least we were hard-pressed
when Momma spent every last penny we had
to buy me a dancin` dress.
Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin` dress.
It was split in the side clean up to my hips.
It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
and starin` back from the lookin` glass
was a woman
where a half grown 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.
Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out girl it`s up to you.
Now get on out, you better start sleepin` uptown.`
Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
on my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
in her troubled eyes when she started to speak
She looked at our pitiful shack and then
she looked at me and took a ragged breath
`Your Pa`s runned 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 toe of my high-healed shoe
It sounded like somebody else was talkin`
askin`, `Momma what do I do?`
She said, `Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
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, forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out, well it`s up to you
Now get on out, girl, you better start movin` uptown.`
Well, that was the last time I saw my momma
when I left that rickety shack
`Cause the welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain`t been back.
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
and for me there was no other way out.
It wasn`t very long `till I knew exactly
what my momma was talkin` `bout.
I knew what I had to do.
But I made myself this solemn vow:
That I was gonna to be a lady someday
though I didn`t know when or how.
I couldn`t see spendin` the rest of my life
with my head hung down in shame.
I mighta 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.
Wasn`t long after that a benevolent man
took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin` his tea
in a five roomed penthouse suite.
Since then I`ve charmed a king, a congressman
and an occasional aristocrat
and I got me a Georgia mansion
and an elegant New York townhouse flat.
Now I ain`t done bad
Now in this world there`s a lot of self-righteous
hypocrites that would call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.
And though I haven`t had to worry `bout nothin`
now for nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation
in my poor mommas voice ringin` in my ears.
`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 get on out, you better move uptown.
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