Chords for Orville Peck - Fancy (Live/Brooklyn, NY)

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_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ This song was written by Bobby [Bm] Gentry, _ _ [D#] but _ _ it was made famous by somebody [D#] else.
It was made famous by [G#] someone named Reba McEntire.
[Cm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ I mean, [E] she's a [G] country legend and [F#] a gay icon.
_ [A] _
[D#] We're all kind of gays, you know, she did a lot for us.
[A#m] _ [D#] Very little taunt [C] lit, but you know she made up [N] for it in a smile. _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Bm] This song is called Fancy.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#] I remember it all very [E] well, that was the summer I turned eighteen.
[B] We lived in a one room worn out [D] shack on the outskirts of New Orleans.
[F#] We didn't have money for food or [E] rent, at least we was hard pressed.
[B] Mama spent every last penny she had [D] to buy me a dance dress.
[F#] Mama washed my comb and curled my [B] hair and she painted my [F#] eyes and lips.
I was in a blue satin dancing dress [B] that I was sitting on the [F#] side feet of.
_ _ It was red [B] velvet trimming and it [F#] fit me good.
Staring back from the looking glass there stood a [B] woman wearing a hot brown [F#] boy hat.
_ [D] These are [E] old transplants, you don't [F#] let me down.
_ [A] These are old [B] transplants, you don't [F#] let me _ _ _ _ _ down.
Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume [E] on my neck and she kissed my cheek.
[B] I could see the tears blowing up in her [D] troubled eyes as she started to speak.
[F#] She took one look at that shack and then she [E] looked at me and took a ragged breath.
[B] She said your clothes rung off and I'm real sick [D] and my baby's gonna starve to death.
[F#] She handed me a heart shaped locket that [E] said that I'm on the selfie crew.
[B] As she read it I watched her ropes crawl [D] across the floor with my high heels.
_ [F#] It sounded like somebody else that was [A#] talking asking Mama what do I do?
[B] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] These are [E] old transplants, you don't [F#] let me down.
_ [A] These are [B] old transplants, you don't [F#] let me down.
_ [A] Lord forgive me for [B] what I do.
[D] But if you want [E] out, it's up to you.
[D] Don't let me down [C#] now, you won't know who [F#] you are. _ _ _ _ _ _
That was the last of my son and my mama.
I'm not a rickety shack.
[B] The welfare people came and took the [D] baby, Mama died and I ain't [B] gonna die.
[F#] But the wheel of change started to turn [E] and for me there was no way out.
[B] It wasn't too long till I knew just exactly [D] what my mama's been talking about.
[F#] I knew what I had to do and I made [E] myself this solemn vow.
[D#m] Said I was gonna be a lady someday, [D] though it didn't matter when or how.
[F#] I've been a specimen of the rest of my life [A#] with my head held down [D#m] in shame.
[B] I worked as a plain [C#] white transplant, she was my [D] name.
These are old transplants, you don't let [F#] me down. _
[A] These are old transplants, you [F#] don't let me down. _ _
_ _ _ _ One week later a benevolent [B] man picked me up off the [F#] street.
One week later I was serving his tea in a five room hotel suite.
I charmed a king, a congressman, the occasional [F#] aristocrat.
He gave me a Georgia mansion and an elegant [B] New York townhouse flat. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ It was like there's a lot of self righteous here, but it's a common fad.
_ Criticizing mama, turning me out, no matter how low you get.
And though I ain't had to worry about nothing [A#] for [D#m] 15 years.
[B] I still have inspiration _ [C#]
swinging in my [D] ears.
These are old [E] transplants, you don't let [F#] me down.
_ _ [A] These are old [B] transplants, you don't let me [F#] down.
_ _ [A] Give me more of what I [B] do, but if you want [E] I will listen to you.
Don't let me down [C#] now, you're f***ing [F#] my house.
_ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] Well I guess [B] you did. _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] I'm sick! _ _
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