The dirty blues historical exploration continues, with an emphasis on food innuendo, with the Mississippi singer also born Armenter Chatmon (1893-1964). Carter, who didn't spend his enter career writing songs laced with sexual reference and performed and managed the Mississippi Sheiks, is really best known for them, aside from these two jaunty country blues numbers from the 1930s, he is also known for Let Me Roll Your Lemon, Pin in Your Cushion, Please Warm My Wiener (yes, really) and perhaps with no surprise after all of that, My Pencil Won't Write No More.
Baby don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see
'Cause your biscuits is plenty tall enough for me
Baby I don't want no more sugar in your jellyroll you see
'Cause your jellyroll is plenty sweet enough for me
Some men like lunch meat
And some they likes cold tongue
Some men don't care for biscuits
They likes a dog gone big fat bun
But baby don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see
'Cause your two biscuits plenty big enough for me
I don't want no more baking powders in your bread you see
'Cause your biscuits plenty tall enough for me
Baby don't put no more sugar in your jellyroll you see
'Cause your jellyroll is plenty sweet enough for me
Some men you know they're straight
Some crooked as a barrel of snakes
Some men don't like bun and biscuits
They like the dog gone flat batter cakes
Baby don't put no more baking powder in your bread you see
'Cause your biscuits is plenty tall enough for me.
I've got a brand new skillet
I've got a brand new lead
All I needs is a woman
Just to burn my bread
And im tellin' you baby
I sure ain't goin' tonight
Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket and i'll be satisfied
Now I got the (washboard)
My baby got the tub
We gonna put them together
Gonna rub, rub, rub
And im tellin' you baby
I sure ain't goin' tonight
Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket and i'll be satisfied
Hmm, gonna let my banana spoil now
Hmm, let my banana spoil now
I can see the way you carryin' on you don't want my banana no how
Now I got the dasher
My baby got the churn
We gonna churn, churn, churn
Until the butter come
And im tellin' you baby
I sure ain't goin' tonight
Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied
Now my babies got the cloth
And i've got the needle
We're going to stick, stick, stick
Until we both will feel it
Then im tellin' you baby
I sure ain't goin' tonight
Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied
Hmm, gonna let my banana ruin now
Hmm, gonna let my banana ruin now
I can see the way you goin' on you don't want my banana no how
Now my baby got the meat
And I got the knife
Im gonna do her cuttin'
(to balance out my life)
And im tellin' you baby
I sure ain't goin' tonight
Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied
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