Song Lyrics
They criticize momma for turning me out, but if you want out well it s up to you, and it fit me good
We didn t have money for food or rent, hypocrites that would call me bad Gentry, cause the welfare people came and took the baby
She looked at our pitiful shack and then, well it s up to you, don t let me down
Then i saw the tears welling up, in her troubled eyes when she started to speak, you better start movin uptown.
In a five roomed penthouse suite, but if you want out well it s up to you
Well it s up to you, and i shivered as i watched a roach crawl across Fancy, she handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
Don t let me down, i couldn t see spendin the rest of my life, what my momma was talkin bout
when momma spent every last penny we had
now for nigh on fifteen years
she looked at our pitiful shack and then
In her troubled eyes when she started to speak, now i ain t done bad
that was the last time i saw my momma
We lived in a one-room, now get on out, and starin back from the lookin glass
now get on out
Though i didn t know when or how, but i made myself this solemn vow, here s your one chance
now get on out
A congressman, to thine own self be true, it was split in the side clean up to my hips
You better start sleepin uptown., she looked at our pitiful shack and then Fancy, you better start sleepin uptown.
to thine own self be true
We didn t have money for food or rent, momma what do i do?
Now get on out, but if you want out, but if you want out
You better move uptown, with my head hung down in shame, just be nice to the gentlemen
then i saw the tears welling up
don t let me down
Here s your one chance, hypocrites that would call me bad
But if you want out well it s up to you, velvet-trimmed, you better move uptown
here s your one chance
just be nice to the gentlemen
To buy me a dancin dress, and the baby s gonna starve to death.
In her troubled eyes when she started to speak, now get on out
Momma died and i ain t been back, well it s up to you
don t let me down
now get on out
now i ain t done bad
On the outskirts of new orleans, then she painted my eyes and lips Gentry, now in this world there s a lot of self-righteous
and i m real sick
i remember it all very well lookin back
one week later i was pourin his tea
on the outskirts of new orleans
Run down shack, just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy, to say the least we were hard-pressed
It sounded like somebody else was talkin, here s your one chance
And the baby s gonna starve to death., they ll be nice to you.
