Fancy Reba McEntire
Title: Fancy
Performer: Reba McEntire
Songwriter: Bobbie Gentry
Album: Rumor Has It
CAPO at II
Intro:
[E] [G] [A] [E]
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I [E]remember it all very well lookin' back
It w[A]as the summer I turned eighteen
We [A]lived in a one room, rundown shack
O[C]n th[E]e outskirts of New Orleans
We [E]didn't have money for food or rent
To sa[A]y the least we were hard pressed
Then [A]Mama spent every last penny we had
To [C]buy me[E] a dancin' dress
M[E]ama washed and combed and curled my hair
a[A]nd[D] she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin
d[A]an[E]cin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip
[E]It w[A]as red velvet trim and it fit me good
St[D]andin' back from the lookin' glass
There[A] s[E]tood a woman where a half grown kid had stood
C A E run#1
She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
G A E run#2 E
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
Mama [E]dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
A[A]nd she kissed my cheek
T[A]he[C]n I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes
When [E]she started to speak
She [E]looked at a pitiful shack
And then[A] she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She sai[A]d your Pa's run off and I'm real sick
A[C]nd[E] the baby's gonna starve to death
She [E]handed me a heart shaped locket that said
"To [A]thine own self be true"
A[D]nd I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
the [A]toe [E]of my high heeled shoe
It [E]sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
A[G#]skin' Mam[C#]a what do I do
S[A]he said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
And [B]th[E]ey'll be nice to you
C A E run#1
She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
G A E run#2
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
L[G]or[A]d forgiv[C]e me for what I do, but if you want out
Well it's u[D]p to you
Now [C]do[B]n'[E]t let me down you better start movin' uptown
Well [E]that was the last time I saw my Ma
T[A]he night I left that rickety shack
T[A]he welfare people came and took the baby
Mama [C]died [E]and I ain't been back
But [E]the wheel of fate had started to turn
A[A]nd for me there was no way out
A[A]nd it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
W[C]hat my[E] Mama'd been talkin' about
I [E]knew [A]what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow
That I[D]'s gonna be a lady someday
T[A]hough I[E] didn't know when or how
I [E]couldn't see spending the rest of my life
W[G#]ith m[C#]y head hung down in shame you know
I[A] might have been born just plain white trash
But F[B]ancy[E] was my name
C A E run#1
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
G A E run#2 E
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
* Guitar in next verse is played almost as percussion
* Fret-hand dampens strings, pick-hand keeps tempo
It wasn't long after a benevolent man
Took me off the street
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
Then I got me a Georgia mansion
In an elegant New York townhouse flat
* Guitar comes back in...
E repeat intro E G A E
And I ain't done bad
N[E]ow i[A]n this world there's a lot of self-righteous hippocrits
That would call me bad
And [D]criticize Mama for turning me out
No [A]ma[E]tter how little we had
B[E]ut though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For [G#]nigh on[C#] fifteen years
I can [A]still hear the desparation in my poor
M[B]ama's[E] voice ringin' in my ear
C A E run#1
She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
G A E run#2
Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down
L[G]or[A]d forgive me for what I do
B[C]ut if [D]you want out well it's up to you
Now d[C]on't let me down
Your [B]Mama'[E]s goina help you uptown
E repeat intro/outro to end...
I guess she did
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Comments:
Play the following sequence of notes (open strings correspond
to CAPO at II).
Run#1 -f#-||---------- Run#2 -f#-||---------- -c#-||---------- -c#-||-0-------- -a -||-----0---- -a -||---2-0---- -e -||-0-2---0-2 -e -||-------0-2 -b -||---------- -b -||---------- -F#-||---------- -F#-||----------
Similar note runs occur throughout the song, so listen for them.
Or make up your own, like me (i.e., whenever I hit a wrong note --
which is pretty often).
What else... the song is performed with a lot of attitude, so the
strumming/pickin' tempo is reflective of that.
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