About the song
‘Fancy’ by **Reba McEntire**. Now, there’s a song that’s more than just a tune; it’s a full-fledged, cinematic experience packed into a few minutes of music. This wasn’t just another hit for Reba; it was a defining moment, a powerhouse performance that showcased her incredible range as both a vocalist and a storyteller.
Originally written and recorded by Bobbie Gentry, Reba McEntire took ‘Fancy’ and transformed it into an anthem. It’s a narrative, you see, about a young woman thrust into a world of hardship, guided by her mother’s tough love and a single, poignant instruction: ‘Just be fancy.’ It’s a story of resilience, of rising above circumstances, and of the complex relationship between a mother and daughter in the face of adversity.
What makes Reba’s rendition so compelling is her ability to inject raw emotion into every lyric. You can hear the grit, the determination, and the underlying vulnerability in her voice. It’s not just singing; it’s acting, it’s embodying the character of Fancy with every note.
The song’s arrangement, with its sweeping strings and dramatic build-up, further elevates the narrative, creating a sense of grandeur and theatricality. It’s the kind of song that stays with you, that makes you reflect on the power of perseverance and the choices we make in life.
And let’s not forget the music video. It’s a mini-movie in itself, a visual representation of Fancy’s journey from poverty to prosperity. Reba’s performance in the video is nothing short of captivating, adding another layer of depth to the already powerful song.
‘Fancy’ isn’t just a country hit; it’s a timeless classic, a testament to Reba McEntire’s artistry and her ability to connect with audiences on a profound level. It’s a song that resonates with anyone who’s ever had to overcome challenges and forge their own path in life. It’s a reminder that sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of ‘fancy’ to make it through.”
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Lyrics
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
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And 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 hips
It was red velvet trim and it 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
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down”
Mama dabbed 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 her pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, “Your pa’s runned off, 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
And 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 ’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 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 street
And one week later I was pourin’ his tea in a five-room hotel suite (yes, she was)
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 (she ain’t been bad)
Now in this world, there’s a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That would call me bad
They criticize my mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain’t had to worry ’bout nothin’ for now on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor mama’s voice ringin’ in my ears
“Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down”
She said, “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
