I remember it all very well, lookin' backIt was the summer I turned 18We lived in a one room, rundown shackOn the outskirts of New OrleansWe didn't have money for food or rentTo say the least, we were hard-pressedThen Mama spent every last penny we hadTo buy me a dancin' dressMama washed, and combed, and curled my hairShe painted my eyes and lips (lips)And then I stepped into a satin dancin' dressI had a split on the sideClean up to my hipBut it was redVelvet trim and it fit me goodStandin' back from the lookin' glassThere stood a womanWhere a half gown kid had stoodShe said, "here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me down"She said, "here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me down"Mama dabbled little bit of perfume on my neckThen she kissed my cheekAnd then I saw the tearsWellin' up in her troubled eyesWhen she started to speakShe looked at our pitiful shackAnd then she looked at meAnd took a ragged breathShe said, "Your pa's runned off, and I'm real sickAnd 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 acrossThe toe of my high heel shoeSounded like somebody else, it was talkin'Askin', "Mama, what do I do?"She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, FancyThey'll be nice to you"She said, "Here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me down"She said, "Here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me down"Lord, forgive me for what I do (do)But if you want out, well, it's up to youNow don't let me down nowYour mama's gonna move you uptownThat was the last time I saw my maThe night I left that rickety shackThe welfare people came and took the babyMama died and I ain't been backBut the wheels of fate had started to turnAnd for me, there was no way outWasn't very long 'til I knew exactlyWhat my mama been talkin' aboutI knew what I had to doAnd I made myself this solemn vowThat I's gonna be a lady somedayThough I don't know when or howBut I couldn't see spending the rest of my lifeWith my head hung down in shameYou know I might have been bornJust plain white trashBut Fancy Rose was my nameAnd she said, "Here's your one chance""Fancy, don't let me down"She said, "Here's your one chance""Fancy, don't let me down"Wasn't long after a benevolent manTook me in off the streetsOne week later, I was pourin' his teaIn a five room hotel suite (yes, he was)I charmed a king, a congressmanAnd an occasional aristocratAnd then I got me a Georgia mansionAnd an elegant New York townhouse flatI ain't done bad (she ain't done bad)Now in this worldThere's a lot of self-righteous hypocritesThat'd call me bad (bad)Criticizing mama for turning me outNo matter how little we had, ohBut though, I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'For now or 15 yearsI can still hear the desperationIn my poor mama's voice ringin' in my earsHere's your one chanceFancy, don't let me downShe said, "Here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me down"Lord, forgive me for what I do (do)But if you want outWell, it's up to youNow don't let me downYour mama's gonna move you uptownAnd I guess she didUhuU-uhuO yeah, uh yeah
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Reba Nell McEntire (McAlester, Oklahoma, 28 de marzo de 1955) es una cantante y actriz estadounidense. Considerada una de los mayores exponentes de la música country, debutó como cantante durante su estadía en la preparatoria, realizando presentaciones en vivo…
