Intro: F#m A B F#m F#m Well, I remember it all very well looking back A it was the summer I turned eighteen B We lived in a one room, run down shack D on the out skirts of New Orleans F#m Didn't have money for food or rent A to say the least, we were hard pressed B and mamma spent every last penny we had D to buy me a dancin' dress F#m Well, mamma washed and combed and curled my hair B F#m and then she painted my eyes and lips Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress B F#m that had a split from the side clean up to my hip B F#m It was red, velvet trimmin' and it fit me good standing back from the looking glass B F#m there stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood *Chorus* A B F#m She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down E---|---------------|-- B---|---------------|-- G---|-------2-------|-- D---|--2h4-----2h4--|-- A---|---------------|-- E---|---------------|-- A B F#m She said here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down E---|--------------- B---|--2p0---------- G---|-------2------- D---|----------2h4-- A---|--------------- E---|--------------- F#m A Mamma died a little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek B D and then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak F#m A she looked at pitiful shack and then she looked at me and took a ragged breath B she said your pa's runned off, and I'm real sick D and the baby's gonna starve to death F#m she handed me a heart shaped locked that said A To Thine Own Self Be True B then I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across D the toe of my high heeled shoe F#m It sounded like somebody else that was talking Bbm Ebm askin' Mamma what do I do? B She said just be nice to the gentleman Fancy Db they'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 A B Lord, forgive me for what I do A B But if you want out well it's up to you A B F#m now don't let me down, now, your mamma's gonna move you up town Well, that was the last time I saw my mamma then I left that rickedy shack the welfare people came and took the baby mamma died and I ain't been back but the wheels of fate started to turn and for me there was no way out wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly what my mamma been talkin' about I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow I's gonna be a lady someday though I didn't know when or how F#m but I couldn't see spending the rest of my life Bbm Ebm with my head hung down in shame B Ya know I might've been born just plain white trash Db but Fancy was my name She 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 streets one week later I was pouring his tea in a five room hotel suite I charmed the King, a congressman and an occasional aristicrat and then I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse flat and I ain't done bad Now in the world there's alot of self-righteous hypocrites, that call me bad criticize mamma for turning me out no matter how little we had but thought I ain't had to worry 'bout nothing for all my fifteen years well I can still hear the desperation in my poor mamma's voice ringing in my ears Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Whoa, here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out well it's up to you now don't let me down, hon, your mamma's gonna move you up town Oh and I guess she did