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 hairAnd then she painted my eyes and lipsThen I stepped into a satin dancin' dressThat had a split on the side clean up to my hipIt was red velvet trim and it fit me goodStandin' back from the lookin' glassThere stood a woman where a half gown kid had stoodShe 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"Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neckThen she kissed my cheekAnd then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyesWhen she started to speakShe looked at our pitiful shackAnd then she looked at me and took a ragged breathShe said your Pa's runned off and I'm real sickAnd the baby's gonna starve to deathShe 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 shoeIt sounded 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 chance, Fancy, don't let me down"She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"Lord, forgive me for what I doBut if you want out, well, it's up to youNow don't let me down nowYour mama's gonna move you uptownWell, that 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 outAnd it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactlyWhat my mama'd been talkin' aboutI knew what I had to do and 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 born just plain white trashBut Fancy was my nameShe 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"It wasn't long after a benevolent manTook me in off the streetsAnd one week later, I was pourin' his teaIn a five room hotel suiteI charmed a king, a congressmanAnd an occasional aristocratAnd then I got me a Georgia mansionAnd an elegant New York townhouse flatAnd I ain't done bad (she ain't done bad)Now in this world, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocritesThat'd call me badAnd criticize mama for turning me outNo matter how little we hadBut though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'For nigh on 15 yearsWell, I can still hear the desperationIn my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ears"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"Lord, forgive me for what I doBut if you want out, well, it's up to youNow don't let me downYour mama's gonna move you uptownAnd I guess she did
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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…
