Fancy

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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
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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 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
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a split in the side, clean up to my hip.
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It was red, velvet-trimmed and it 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                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
G                       A                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
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Lord, forgive me for what I do, but if you want out,
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well, it's up to you.
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Now, don't let me down, your 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.
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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, your Pa's runned off
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and I'm real sick and the baby's gonna starve to death.
#4.
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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 was talkin' askin', Momma what
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do I do?
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She said, just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy, they'll be nice
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to you.
CHORUS:
Am                      D                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
G                       A                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
         G                  A          Am7
Lord, forgive me for what I do, but if you want out,
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well, it's up to you.
C                      B                E
Get up, now, girl, you best be movin' uptown.
#5.
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Well, that was the last time I saw my momma, when I left that rickety
shack.
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The welfare people came and took the baby, momma 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 other way out.
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It wasn't very long after, that I knew exactly what my momma was
talkin' 'bout.
#6.
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I knew what I had to do, but I made myself this solemn vow..
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that I was gonna to be a lady someday, though I didn't know when or how.
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But I couldn't see spendin' the rest of my life with my head hung
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down in shame.
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I mighta been born just plain white trash but Fancy was my name.
CHORUS:
Am                      D                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
G                       A                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
#7.
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It wasn't long after that a benevolent man took me in off the streets.
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One week later I was pourin' his tea in a five roomed penthouse suite.
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I've charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat.
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And I got me a Georgia mansion and a New York townhouse flat..
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now, I ain't done bad.
#8.
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Now, in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites who call
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me bad.
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They criticize momma for turning me out, no matter how little we had.
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But I haven't had to worry 'bout nothin', now for nigh on fifteen years.
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But I can still hear the desperation in my poor momma's voice ringin' in
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my ears.
CHORUS:
Am                      D                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
G                       A                   Em
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down.
         G                  A          Am7
Lord, forgive me for what I do, but if you want out,
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well, it's up to you.
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Now, don't let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown.