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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

She might have been born just plain white trash but F A N C Y was her name...




Bobbie where have you gone ?


folk/country misses you so much. thank you for reminding us that LYRICS DO MATTER.


It's important to say something...





"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.
God Forgive Me For What I Do,
But If You Want Out Girl It's Up to You.
Now Get On Out, You Better Start Sleepin' Uptown.

"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.

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 Get On Out, You Better Start Sleepin' Uptown."

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.
Since Then I've 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.
But I 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 Girl It's Up to You.
Now Get On Out, You Better Start Sleepin' Uptown."



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1 comment:

dead disco said...

yes, you are back!!

i like christian slater too. would be nice to have a last name like slater.

i think i might like slayer too. hahaha...