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CAPO on 2
Well I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer 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 were hard-pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
Well Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
Then she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red, velvet trimmin' and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
CHORUS:
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 (stay on E for 4)
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek
And I saw the tears wellin' 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-heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' Mama what do I do?
She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy,
They'll be nice to you
CHORUS:
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
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 now, yo' Mama's gonna move you uptown (stay on E for 4)
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 ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
It wadn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my Mama'd been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
That I's gonna 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 might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
CHORUS:
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't leeeeeet me down (stay on E for 4)
* Guitar in next verse is played almost as percussion
* Fret-hand dampens strings, pick-hand keeps tempo
Wadn't long after a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five-room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad * Guitar comes back in...
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hippocrites
That call me bad
And criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain't had to worry about nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ears
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down, woah
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, yo' Mama's gonna move you uptown
Oh And I guess she did...
(repeat to end)
Guitar solo (open strings correspond to CAPO on 2).
Well I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer 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 were hard-pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
Well Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
Then she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red, velvet trimmin' and it fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin' glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
CHORUS:
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 (stay on E for 4)
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek
And I saw the tears wellin' 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-heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' Mama what do I do?
She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy,
They'll be nice to you
CHORUS:
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
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 now, yo' Mama's gonna move you uptown (stay on E for 4)
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 ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
It wadn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my Mama'd been talkin' about
I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
That I's gonna 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 might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
CHORUS:
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't leeeeeet me down (stay on E for 4)
* Guitar in next verse is played almost as percussion
* Fret-hand dampens strings, pick-hand keeps tempo
Wadn't long after a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five-room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad * Guitar comes back in...
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hippocrites
That call me bad
And criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain't had to worry about nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ears
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down, woah
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, yo' Mama's gonna move you uptown
Oh And I guess she did...
(repeat to end)
Guitar solo (open strings correspond to CAPO on 2).