Текст песни Lynn Anderson - Fancy
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(Bobbie Gentry)
I remember it all very well lookin` back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a oneroom rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.
We didn`t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a satin dancin` dress.
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into my satin dancin` dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hips.
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
And starin` back from the lookin` glass
There stood a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.
Here`s your one chance Fancy
Don`t let me down
Here`s your one chance Fancy
Don`t let me down.
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears wellin` up in her troubled eyes
When she started to speak.
She looked at a pityful shack and then she looked at me
And took a ragged breath
Your pa`s run 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 ownself be true
And I shivered as I watched a rouch crawl
Across the toe of my high heeled shoe.
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin`
Askin` mama what do I do
Just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
And they`ll be nice to you.
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 don`t let me down
You better start movin` uptown.
Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I ain`t been back.
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasn`t very long till I knew
Exactly what my mama`d been talkin` about.
I knew what I had to do
But I made myself this solemn vow
That I was gonna 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 might have 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.
It wasn`t long after a benevolent man
Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin` his tea
In a five room motel suite.
I charmed 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 done bad...