Candyman lyrics
by Grateful Dead
Candyman--------Come all you pretty women with your hair a hanging downOpen up your windows cause the Candyman's in town.Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home.Look out, look out the CandymanHere he comes and he's gone again.Pretty lady ain't got no friend tilthe Candyman comes around again, around again.I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jiveWhen I get back to Memphis be one less man alive.Good morning, Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well,if I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.Look out, look out the CandymanHere he comes and he's gone again.Pretty lady ain't got no friend tilthe Candyman comes around again, around again.Come on boys and wager if you have got the mindIf you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the lineHand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,won't you tell ev'rybody you meet that the Candyman's in town.Look out, look out the CandymanHere he comes and he's gone again.Pretty lady ain't got no friend tilthe Candyman comes around again, around again.
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