Lyrics:

I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer that 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
When momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
Momma washed and combed and curled my hair
Then she painted my eyes and lips
And then I stepped into the satin dancin' dress
It was split in the side, clean up to my hips
It was red, velvet-trimmed and it fit me good
And standin' back from the lookin' glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood
'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