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| Song Name: |
Fancy! |
By: |
Reba McEntire/Lyn Anderson |
| Posted By: |
TIN_MAN |
Difficulty: |
Any |
| Key: |
A |
Genre: |
Country |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
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| Created: |
2008-12-18 18:12:05 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| | Fav Count: | 2 |
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FANCY REBA MCENTIRE/Lyn Anderson
Hey Y�all its TIN MAN again giving you
Even more country greats!!
Where would country music be if we don�t
Acknowledge the old timers! That influenced
Our modern day superstars!!!
YOUR GONNA NEED AN A HARP TO PLAY THIS!!
DON�T FORGET TO VOTE AND ADD TO FAVOURITES!!!
KEY A
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Well I re-mem-ber it all
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ve-ry well look-in back
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It was the sum-mer I turned eigh-teen
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We lived in a one room, run-down shack
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On the out-skirts of New Or-leans
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We did-n�t have mon-ey for food or rent
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To say the least we were hard pressed
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Then ma-ma spent ev-ery last pen-ny we had
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To buy me a dan-cin dress
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Well ma-ma washed and combed and curled my hair
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And then she paint-ed my eyes and lips
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then I stepped in-to a sa-tin
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Dan-cin dress that had a split
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on the side clean up to my hip
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It was red vel-vet trim-in and it fit me good
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Stand-in back from the look-in glass
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There stood a wom-an
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where a half grown kid had stood
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She said, Ma-ma, what do I do?
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She said, Just be nice
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to the gen-tle-men Fan-cy
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And they�ll be nice to you
CHORUS
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She said here�s your one chance Fan-cy
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don�t let me down
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She said here�s your one chance Fan-cy
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don�t let me down
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Well, Lord for-give me for what I do,
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but if you want out
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Well, it�s up to you.
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Now, don�t let me down,
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now your ma-ma�s gon-na move you up-town
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Well, I guess she did
VERSE 2
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 pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said your pas run off and Im real sick
And the babys 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 tow of my high heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin
Askin mama what do I do
She said just be nice to the gentlemen fancy
And theyll be nice to you
REPEAT CHORUS
VERSE 3
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 aint been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasnt very long til I knew exactly
What my mamas been talkin about
I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
That is gonna be a lady someday
Though I dont know when or how
I couldnt see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame you know
I might have been born just plain white trash
But fancy was my name
REPEAT CHORUS
VERSE 4
It wasnt very long after a benevolent man
Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin his tea
In a five room hotel 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 aint done bad
Now in this world theres a lot
of self-righteous hippocrits
That would call me bad
And criticize mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I aint had to worry bout nothin
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mamas voice ringin in my ear
REPEAT CHORUS
ENJOY!!!
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