Fine Country Baker

FCB is one of the oldest tunes in my repertoire.. its had a few incarnations.. and this is the final version. 

Back story was a few drinks at the Barker pub with a couple of mates.. conversation turned to Women as it sometimes does in these occasions and somehow got into who’s better Country women or City women.. high stakes shit.

My argument was that in sheer hotness hot is hot but that Country hot women can at least cook.. His argument was Hot women don’t cook

At about that time a gorgeous lady that was working there came to collect out pile of glasses and so I asked her .. 

“Hey..can you cook?”

She said “I can cook Banana Bread”.. and the argument was settled✌️

Not 100% sure how that then turned into a tune.. I thought it was funny and like a lot of stuff I write, there was something about it that just felt like a story.. 

it is quite often an unexpected line someone says that turns into a song.. 

So the start was the Banana bread I guess and then expand that into some sort of fiction which naturally came along from the original interaction.. the vibe was there and from a songwriting perspective.

 I like the idea of playing a little with double meanings and being slightly risqué in a traditional kind of way that seems to be getting lost.. 

I like to see it as my tribute to Feminism ..a strong woman using her looks to get the best out of some poor foolish man ..something like that. 

Lyrics are:

She’s a fine country baker, I tell no lies

She’ll roll you dough ’til the yeast do rise

She’s a fine Country Baker its plain fro all to see

But she won’t ever make Banana bread for me.

She got long long legs wears that apron high

Boys come for miles for that sweet apple pie.

She’s a fine Country woman it’s plain fro all to see

But she wont ever make Banana Bread for me

One day the Baker had a nice surprise

Took me by the hand to where the dough do rise

She’s a fine Country Baker it’s plain fro all to see

She made a special batch of that Banana bread..

For a guy like me?

That Little baker sure was Bitchin’

Had a sweet Cherry pie in that country kitchen

She’s a fine looking woman, plain fro all to see

She got me rollin all night in her country bakery.