From the album Timepiece

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Written by Beth Husband & Milan Miller
Red Desk Publishing (SESAC)/Songs from the Stillhouse (SESAC)

Milan Miller- Acoustic Guitar, Vocal
Terry Baucom- Banjo
Aubrey Haynie- Fiddle
Jim Lindsey- Upright Bass
Buddy Melton- Tenor Vocal
Darren Nicholson- Mandolin

Lyrics

My baby don’t bake no more
She’s done with me- that’s for sure
She don’t treat me sweet- like she did before
There used to be something always in the oven
Cakes and pies and cookies by the dozen
But the goodies are gone- along with her lovin’
No my baby don’t bake no more

They say that food ain’t love- but I disagree
She gave a whole lot of sugar with a little bit of spice
Oh how my heart would flutter- when I’d see her grab the butter
And whip it up- into something nice
But I can’t remember when she’s made a cobbler
And the biscuits on the stove came from a can
The Crisco is depleted- and my belly’s feeling cheated
Cause she never bothers greasing up a pan

My baby don’t bake no more
She’s done with me- that’s for sure
She don’t treat me sweet- like she did before
There used to be something always in the oven
Cakes and pies and cookies by the dozen
But the goodies are gone- along with her lovin’
No my baby don’t bake no more

There was a time when I was fat and happy
And never had to fend for myself
Oh the joy it would bring- when she’d tie those apron strings
And take the mixing bowls down from the shelf
I’ve tried to ignore my suspicions
But every time I step on the scale
There’s a truth I can’t deny- cause the numbers don’t lie
And the notches in my belt loop tell the tale

My baby don’t bake no more
She’s done with me- that’s for sure
She don’t treat me sweet- like she did before
There used to be something always in the oven
Cakes and pies and cookies by the dozen
But the goodies are gone- along with her lovin’
No my baby don’t bake no more