Fancy!

FANCY		REBA MCENTIRE/Lyn Anderson

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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

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