| I remember it all very well lookin' back
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| It was the summer I turned eighteen
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| We lived in a one room, rundown shack
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| On the outskirts of new orleans
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| We didn’t have money for food or rent
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| To say the least we were hard pressed
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| Then mama spent every last penny we had
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| To buy me a dancin' dress
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| Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
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| And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin
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| Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
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| It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
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| Standin' back from the lookin' glass
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| There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood
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| She said here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
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| And she kissed my cheek
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| Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
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| When she started to speak
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| She looked at a pitiful shack
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| And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
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| She said your pa’s run off and I’m real sick
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| And the baby’s gonna starve to death |
| She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
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| «to thine own self be true»
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| And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
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| The tow of my high heel shoe
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| It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
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| Askin' mama what do I do
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| She said just be nice to the gentlemen fancy
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| And they’ll be nice to you
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| She said here’s your chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Lord forgive me for what I do, 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 you better start movin' uptown
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| Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
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| The night I left that rickety shack
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| The welfare people came and took the baby
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| Mama died and I ain’t been back
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| But the wheels of fate had started to turn
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| And for me there was no way out
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| And it wasn’t very long 'til I knew exactly
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| What my mama’s been talkin' about
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| I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
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| That i’s gonna be a lady someday
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| Though I don’t know when or how
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| I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life
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| With my head hung down in shame you know |
| I might have been born just plain white trash
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| But fancy was my name
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| Here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| It wasn’t very long after a benevolent man
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| Took me off the street
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| And one week later I was pourin' his tea
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| In a five room hotel suite
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| I charmed a king, a congressman
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| And an occasional aristocrat
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| Then I got me a georgia mansion
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| In an elegant new york townhouse flat
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| And I ain’t done bad
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| Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous hippocrits
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| That would call me bad
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| And criticize mama for turning me out
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| No matter how little we had
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| But though I ain’t had to worry 'bout nothin'
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| For nigh on fifteen years
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| I can still hear the desperation in my poor
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| Mama’s voice ringin' in my ear
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| She said, here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Here’s your one chance fancy don’t let me down
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| Lord, forgive me for what I do
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| But if you want out well it’s up to you
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| Now don’t let me down
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| Your mama’s gonna help you uptown
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| I guess she did |