Singen Fancy Karaoke - Reba McEntire - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Fancy im Stil von: Reba McEntire

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Tempo: variabel (ca. 95 BPM)

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: F♯m

Dauer: 05:02 - Vorschau auf: 01:42

Veröffentlichung: 1990
Musikrichtungen: Country, Rock, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Gentry Bobbie

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Text Fancy

I remember it all very well lookin' back it was the summer
I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room rundown shack on the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent to say the least we were hard pressed
And 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 trim and it had fit me good
Standin' back from the lookin' glass there stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood
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
Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes when 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 accross 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
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 your Mama's gonna move you uptown
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 wasn't very long 'till 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 spending 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
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 that benevolent man took me in off the streets
And 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
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites that'd call me bad
They criticize Mama for turning me out no matter how little we had
But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ear
Here's your one chance
Fancy don't let me down
Oh, 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 your Mama's gonna move you uptown
Well I guess she did

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