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I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer 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
then Momma spent every last penny we had
to buy me a dancin' dress.

Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
and she painted my eyes and lips.
And then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress.
It was split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trim, and it fit me good
and starin' back from the lookin' glass was 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.
Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out well it's up to you.
Now don't let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
on my neck and she kissed my cheek
And I saw the tears welling up
in her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful 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 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 that was talkin'
askin', "Momma 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 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 way out.
And it wasn't very long till I knew exactly
what my momma'd been talkin' about.

I did 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."

It wasn't long after, a benevolent man
took me in off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea
in a five roomed hotel suite.

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
and criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

And though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
now for nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation
in my poor momma's 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 don't let me down, your momma's gonna help you move uptown."

And I guess she did . . .


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