Hi! I’m Candy Fernaux, and I’m about to take you on a wild adventure into my world, a place you will come to know as “Candy Country”. I suppose I could give you descriptors and titles that attempt to define or “label” who I am, but that would put me in a box and I tend to get claustrophobic in small spaces!

 

The cliff note version of who I am;  I am a creator. A creator of lyrics and song, rhythm and rhymes, good vibes, lifestyle entrepreneur, fashionista recreator, furniture bedazzler, interior designer, merchandise connoisseur, diva brand builder, and the list goes on…

 

In my previous life as a Nebraska farm girl, a strong work ethic was engrained into my bones as with most country kids. I escaped (mentally) from the stresses of farm life by writing poetry, playing the piano and the saxophone. My love for music began at age 4 when I asked for a record player and microphone for Christmas. My grandfather was a music man, and he left a mark on my heart encouraging me to keep my music alive and a part of my life.

 

I left home for college, with a fire deep inside of me, and a driving force to be a strong, independent, successful woman. A few years after college I found myself in the big state of Texas, searching for a job in Big D. My creative soul wanted daily sunshine and freedom, not be cooped up in an office. Punching a time clock, sitting in traffic 2 hours a day for 2 weeks annual vacation on a fixed salary was not going to work for me.  I wanted to create a business model that would allow me to go home to see my family whenever I wanted to. I knew that meant being in sales, and straight commission sales was the path I chose that lead me to being an entrepreneur.

 

I’ve spent most of my career building that very business and I now run it from my gadgets anywhere in the world. It provides me freedom I could not have ever imagined. While that seemed luxurious at first, instead of taking vacations, I merely would operate from “another location” still tethered to my laptop. I’m so blessed with wonderful clients that have become my friends it really doesn’t seem like work most of the time.

So, while I found myself traveling down the highway to a tradeshow, flying to a conference, or planning a work opportunity around a beach trip (yes, I love to do that) my escape from hard work was the same as it was when I was a kid… writing songs. I love to tell stories, make people laugh, shed an occasional tear and touch someone’s heart with a song.

 

Many only knew me as a world traveling, risk-taking business woman because my singing, writing, and music took the back burner as I continued to build my company. If only hard work and travel could satiate my soul, life would be perfect! But something BIG was missing and for years, I felt the pull to make a huge change in my life.  As a single woman I told myself it would make sense to relocate for love or an irresistible opportunity. But from my frequent travels, I learned that there are no “geographical fixes” for discontentment. I knew I needed a shift from the inside out.

 

In November of 2013 while hosting a women’s business retreat in my home in Houston, I became keenly aware of what was truly missing from my world. I could not ignore my truth another minute. It was time to do what truly lights up my soul and bring to life the music I had been writing my whole life. It was time! No more back burner and making everything else more important!

 

After visiting Nashville only a few times,  I fell in love with the trees, the hills, the people, the creative vibe and… the small town feel moved me, literally.  I packed up my life and my dog, left all my exes in Texas (ha ha ha) and moved to the country music capital in November of 2016. Many people have asked ‘What are you doing in Nashville?’ My answer, “Whatever the heck I want!”

 

I am living on Diva Time (new song coming) in my CREATIVE ZONE becoming intrenched in this musical community, writing every week, pushing my songs out to radio, co-creating Song Travelers Writing Retreat, not to mention painting and designing merchandise for Candy Country! It all feels AMAZING! The very thing that has been on the back burner of my life…… is now center stage.

So sit back, relax and enjoy some Candy Country music… y’all.

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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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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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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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