I remember it all very well lookin' backIt was the summer I turned eighteenWe 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' dressWell, Mama washed and combedAnd curled my hairAnd 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 grown 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 eyesAs 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 crawlAcross the toe of my high heel shoeIt sounded like somebody else that 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 chance, Fancy, don't let me down""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 now your mama's gonna move you uptown"Well, that was the last time I saw my mamaThat 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 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 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 man took me in off the streetsOne week later I was pourin' his tea in a five room hotel suiteI charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocratAnd then I got me a Georgia mansionAnd an elegant New York townhouse flatAnd I ain't done badNow in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocritsThat would call me badAnd criticize mama for turning me out no matter how little we hadBut though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' for nigh on fifteen yearsWell I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama's voiceRingin' in my ears"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"Oh, "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 hun your mama's gonna move you uptown"Oh and 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…
