"Fancy" lyrics

Before her story made the radio
Just a barefoot girl on my dirt road
Cutoff jeans, hair tied up tight
Laughing at nothing on a Friday night

We were young, and life was slow
Back before her Mama let her go

Before her story was on the radio
Before that red dress stole the show
She was barefoot, wild, the sun was gold
Long before they ever called her Fancy, though
They all singing 'bout her tragedy
But I still see the girl she used to be
Long before you ever heard her name
I knew her before she was Fancy

(I knew her before she was Fancy)

Her daddy drank, her Mama cried
That little shack was hurt inside
One hard night, her Mama said, "Go
Do what you must, the world is cold"

That red dress changed her life that day
And took my sweet small-town girl away

Before her story was on the radio
Before that red dress stole the show
She was barefoot, wild, the sun was gold
Long before they ever called her Fancy, though
They all singing 'bout her tragedy
But I still see the girl she used to be
Long before you ever heard her name
I knew her before she was Fancy

I drive past her Mama's house sometimes
Close my eyes, and she's still mine

Before her story was on the radio
Before that red dress stole the show
She was barefoot, wild, the sun was gold
Long before they ever called her Fancy, though
They all singing 'bout her tragedy
But I still see the girl she used to be
Long before you ever heard her name
I knew her before she was Fancy

(I knew her before she was Fancy)