Verwandte Songs (related songs)
Song «Fancy» von Bobbie Gentry.
Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1969 11 (Single), 1970 05 (Album), 1969 08 08 (Rec.)
Label: Capitol 2675, Capitol ST 00428
Songwriter Bobbie Gentry
Produktion: Rick Hall
Genre: Country - Countryfunk, Country - Countrysoul
Diese Song muss noch annotiert werden.
Personen und Querverweise
'Well, I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer that I turned eighteen. We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans. We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we was hard-pressed When Momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress. Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, Then she painted my eyes and lips. Then I stepped into the satin dancin' dress. It had a split in the side clean up to my hips. It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good And standin' back from the lookin' glass Was a woman Where a half grown kid had stood. She said, 'Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down.' Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume On my neck and she kissed my cheek Then I saw the tears welling up In her troubled eyes as she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack and then She looked at me and took a ragged breath She said, Your Pa's runned off, and I'm real sick And 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 across The toe of my high-healed shoe It sounded like somebody else was talkin' Askin', 'Momma what do I do?' She said, 'Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy. They'll be nice to you.' She said, 'Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down. God forgive me for what I do, But if you want out girl it's up to you Now don't let me down, Now get on out, you better start sleepin' uptown.' That was the last time I saw my momma When I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby. Momma died and I ain't been back. But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no other way out. It wasn't very long after that I knew exactly What my momma was talkin' 'bout. I knew what I had to do. Then I made myself this solemn vow: I's gonna to be a lady someday Though I didn't know when or how. But I couldn't see spendin' the rest of my life With my head hung down in shame. You know I mighta been born just plain white trash. But Fancy was my name. 'Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down. Wasn't long after that a benevolent man Took me in off the streets One week later I was pourin' his tea In a five roomed penthouse suite. Charmed a king, a congressman And an occasional aristocrat And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion And a New York townhouse flat. Now I ain't done bad Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous Hypocrites who call me bad. They criticize Momma for turning me out No matter how little we had. Though haven't had to worry 'bout nothin' Now for nigh on fifteen years But I can still hear the desperation In my poor mommas voice ringin' in my ears. 'Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Oh, here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down. God forgive me for what I do, But if you want out well it's up to you. Now your mama's helping you move uptown.'