As 2017 fades into the dust, to say it was a fabulous year would be an understatement!

 

Year in transition. I rang in the 2017 new year unpacking boxes, decorating and settling into my home in Nashville, TN. When the temperature hit 16 degrees F the first weekend of January, I had flashbacks of my childhood in Nebraska, scooping feed bunks and rescuing baby calves from the freezing cold weather and blizzard conditions. I asked myself, “what am I doing here?!” for a second and then I forgot all about the cold as I walked into my first songwriter’s retreat as a newbie ‘local’.

 

Year in my peaceful place. I realized everything in life is a reflection of one’s experiences. When someone complains about how bad traffic is Nashville, I think it’s a breeze compared to Dallas or Houston. Others say how big Music City has gotten, to me, it’s still feels like a small town with friendly folk, yet large enough to have all the amenities you could ever want. I think it’s just perfect for me andI’m happy to be living in the hills away from the noise. This is a far cry from high rise living, 24/7 traffic, sirens, construction noise and constant big city life I lived for many years. Zsa Zsa, my sweet long-haired dachshund, has access to the yard through a doggie door for the very first time! She barks and chases anything that moves through her territory and is happy as a lark!

 

Year of building a new foundation.  I can’t imagine what life would be like if I hadn’t started working for myself more than 15 years ago. Without a career that allows me to work from anywhere, moving to Nashville and pursuing my music passion would not be possible without the flexibility and security it provides me. The years of hustle and grit are paying off! Music has been on my vision board for at least 10 years and that part of my creativity was lost in the background like an old coat stuck in the back of the closet, forgotten. I didn’t know how to make it all work and ironically it’s happening in perfect time.

 

Year of research and development. It was a blast for me venturing into unchartered waters musically, and a ton of fun- yet uncomfortable and sometimes scary all at the same time! I guess that’s what growth looks like. In music city, there’s live music all day and night all over town. I’ve been honing my skills, continuing my vocal coaching, cowriting, attending and hosting writing workshops, and hammering on this Baby Taylor guitar! It’s been exciting and nerve wrecking learning the ropes of the music biz, pushing songs out to radio, getting out and visiting stations on radio tours and making great friends along the way. Launching Candy Country, this website you’re reading right now, has been a ton of work and is every changing..and I’m enjoying blogging, amping up social media, in addition to expanding my music merchandise line. I couldn’t resist taking some much needed time for R&R in the hills of Tennessee hiking, then dipping my toes into the sandy beaches of North Carolina and Mexico. Whether it’s work or play, I’m aligning myself with like-minded individuals who are positive, passionate about life, expanding horizons and shooting for the stars!

 

Year of gratitude. The year end brings me to a quiet place where I reflect on the true gifts in my life, not only this year, but my whole life. I’m so very blessed with wonderful supportive new and old friends that help keep me grounded and encourage me to chase my dreams.  I’m thankful for the hard times in my life that gave me wisdom no amount of schooling or money could buy. I’m grateful for my learned work ethic, true grit and drive instilled in me from my Dad on the farm I grew up on; for my Mom who taught me to set goals at an early age, encouraged me to be strong and independent and reach for sky; for siblings who support and remind me who I am if I get out of line and too big for my britches lol. Last but certainly not least my amazing clients (who really are my friends) that are a big part of making my music journey a reality while I support them with credit card processing services.

 

Forecast for 2018. I’ve been rolling on pure faith the past year and a half, much of the time I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m do it anyway! I’m praying for guidance and clarity, trusting the process, and following the path I’m being lead. I’m excited to have a new album on the horizon, rebranding Card Diva as she moves  into her 12th year of business.

Let’s start 2018 off with a #BANG and make it the most FANTABULOUS year, ever!

I”ll be posting my vision board in the next blog. I invite you to come back for a sneak peak and inspiration so we can create the best year ever, together!

XOXO,

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Gone Fishin’

By Candy Fernaux and Wyatt Easterling
© 2015

 

We all have a story about the one that got away
There’s more fish in the sea is all I hear ‘em say
Time to put myself back out there today
As I dip my toes in the dating pool
It’s a brave new world with online tools
Everybody’s doin’ it so it must be cool

 

GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink,
I’m Gone fishin’

 

No worms or flies gonna hook my mate
I’ll post a few pictures cause that’s my bait
Cast my line then sit back and wait

 

Beware of bottom feeders huntin’ sugar mamas
Cradle robbers and prima donna’s
Playboys hauling all sorts of drama

 

GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink
I’m Gone fishin’

 

I’m just a country girl that likes to rock
I’ve got a few more tricks in my tackle box
I’ll be reeling in the catch of the day
He’ll measure up or be on his way
Size does matter what else can I say

 

GONE FISHIN’
Throw my line and start wishing
I’ll catch what I’ve been missing
I got a nibble a wink, will we swim or sink, I’m Gone fishin’

 

Fishin’… fishin’… fishin’… Gone fishin’… yeah…
Gone fishin’… fishin’.. Gone fishin’… Gone fishin’…

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Hard Candy Christmas

By Dolly Parton and Carol Hall
© 1982

 

Maybe I’ll dye my hair
Maybe I’ll move somewhere
Maybe I’ll get a car
Maybe I’ll drive so far
That I’ll lose track
Me, I’ll bounce right back

 

Maybe I’ll sleep real late
Maybe I’ll lose some weight
Maybe I’ll clear my junk
Maybe I’ll just get drunk
On apple wine
Me, I’ll be just

 

Fine and dandy
Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas
I’m barely getting through tomorrow
But still I won’t let
Sorrow bring me way down
I’ll be fine and dandy
Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas
I’m barely getting through tomorrow
But still I won’t let
Sorrow get me way down

 

Hey, maybe I’ll learn to sew
Maybe I’ll just lie low
Maybe I’ll hit the bars
Maybe I’ll count the stars until dawn
Me, I will go on

 

Maybe I’ll settle down
Maybe I’ll just leave town
Maybe I’ll have some fun
Maybe I’ll meet someone
And make him mine
Me, I’ll be just

 

Fine and dandy
Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas
I’m barely getting through tomorrow
Still I won’t let
Sorrow bring me way down
I’ll be fine and dandy
Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas
I’m barely getting through tomorrow
But still I won’t let
Sorrow bring me way down

 

I’ll be fine
I’ll be fine

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Drinkin You Out of my Mind

By Candy Fernaux and Wyatt Easterling
© 2015

 

I’m gonna get dressed up to paint this town
Stay out all night and burn it down
No more sitting around singing the blues….
It’s time to face the cold hard truth
And get started getting over you
There’s a brand new fairytale about to begin….
 

Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
 

Prince charming sits on every stool
Buying me drinks and playing it cool
I wonder which one will be the first out of the chute….
When you get bucked off and hit the ground
You’ve got to saddle up for another round
What better way to leave you behind….
 

Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
 

Tomorrow I’ll wake and swear I’m done with men
Kick him out of the bed and vow to never drink again
And this is where the vicious cycle begins
 

Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Working on leaving your memory behind
I’ll raise a glass and you can kiss my ass
For treating me so unkind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
 
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind
Tonight I’m drinkin’ you out of my mind

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Sweet innocence

By Candy Fernaux and Wyatt Easterling
© 2015

 

In the beginning, there’s a girl
Innocent and young and she rules her world
She’s sugar, and she’s spice
She’s precious and everything nice

 

She has sweet innocence
She don’t have a care
Sweet innocence
She don’t know it’s there

 

Then one day there comes a boy
Who breaks her heart and steals her joy
She hurts and she cries
She swears she’s going to die

 

He takes her sweet innocence
He no longer cares
Sweet innocence
She’s alone and scared

Gone are the days where she feels free
So full of doubt and agony
She’s like a ship lost out at sea
Living day to day aimlessly

 

She wants her sweet innocence
It always seems to flee
She cries for sweet innocence
She wants to be free

 

But the world, it doesn’t end
The Son comes out she finds a friend
Shining bright all around
He’ll never ever let her down

 

He brings her Sweet Innocence
She no longer cares
Sweet Innocence
She don’t know it’s there
Sweet Innocence
Sweet Innocence
Sweet Innocence

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Beauty Don’t Come Cheap

By Candy Fernaux and Wyatt Easterling
© 2015

 

He complains about women being gold diggers
They want dinner, drinks, and flowers go figure
He brags about the dates he’s had this week
And bitches about the money he’s blown on each
Obviously he hasn’t a clue
About all the things we women do

 

I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’ t Come Cheap

 

I’m slavin’ on my figure nearly every day
‘Cause I’m not naturally built this way
And this pretty face takes a lot of product
With facials and peels and did I mention make up
Victoria’s Secret gives me more than I’ve got
And I know you men love that a lot

 

I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’ t Come Cheap

 

Joe makes Jeans that fit my tush just right
Jimmy Choo gives me just enough heighth A mani, a pedi, bikini wax
Then I’m off to the spa for an herbal wrap
And all this is only what you can see
You can’t put a price on what’s beneath

 

I told him before he rambled on anymore
What a woman spends before she walks out her door
From the top of her head to the soles of her feet
I explained the cost to look so sweet
I said honey, Beauty Don’ t Come Cheap
Honey, Beauty Don’t Come Cheap Cheap Cheap don’t be so cheap
‘Cause nobody likes a cheap man…..

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West With The Night

By Candy Fernaux and Wyatt Easterling
© 2015

 

He flew an old airplane and could land on a dime
A long haul trucker most of the time
He wore pearl snap shirts, a white Stetson hat
He was a maverick and a saint

 

He’d come flying in Sunday’s and circle the house
All of us kids would come scrambling out
We’d run to the field and watch him sailing in
Oh the stories ‘n the trinkets from the places he’d been

 

Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset…West with the Night….

 

A flat top Gibson never far from his side
A black saddle with silver whenever he’d ride
You could say that Gramps was one of a kind
The silent type ‘til he spoke his mind

 

Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset…West with the Night….

 

He stood ten feet tall in everyone’s eyes
A cowboy gentleman – his way of life

 

Then it was up to the clouds and away he would go
Or kicking up dust in his truck down the road
Coming or going he was always a sight
Riding into the sunset… West with the Night….
…………………West with the Night…………………….

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farm girl

By Candy Fernaux and Paul Jefferson
© 2018

 

She put a six inch lift kit
On her daddy’s old Ford truck
She’s got a boat hooked on the hitch
She can back it up (she can back it up)

 

She can drive a stick shift
Four on the floor
A V8 or a slant six
An’ she can change the oil

 

She’s a farm girl
From Texas up to North Dakota
A farm girl
God broke the mold when He made her
A Farm girl
Can the chick get a hallelujah
Farm girl
She’s a farm girl

 

She followed the bright lights
Out to the big city
They said she’d make the big time
All she’s got to be is pretty (and she’s so pretty)

 

Wasn’t long ‘fore she was missin’
Home on the rural route
Take the girl out of the country
But you can’t take the country out of a

 

Farm girl
From Texas up to North Dakota
A farm girl
God broke the mold when He made her a
Farm girl
Can the chick get a hallelujah
Farm girl
She’s a farm girl

 

Homemade hot as cherry pie
She’s a spoonful sweeter
If you been looking in a stack
You just found a needle

 

She’s a farm girl
From Texas up to North Dakota
A farm girl
God broke the mold when He made her
A Farm girl
She’s a farm girl
God broke the mold when He made her
A Farm girl
Can the chick get a hallelujah
Farm girl
She’s a farm girl
She’s a farm girl

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