Candyman

Come on, you pretty women, with your hair hanging down

Open up your windows, 'cause the Candyman's in town

Come on, boys, and gamble, roll those laughin' bones

Seven come eleven, boy, I'll take your money home

Look out, look out, the Candyman

Here he come and he gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the

Candyman come 'round again

I come in from Memphis, where I learned to talk the jive

When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive

Good mornin', Mr. Benson, I see you're doin' well

If I had me a shotgun, I'd blow you straight to hell

Look out, look out, the Candyman

Here he come and he gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the

Candyman come 'round again

Boys, and wager, if you have got the mind

If you've got a dollar, boy, won't play it on the line?

Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round

Won't ya tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town?

Look out, look out, the Candyman

Here he come and he gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the

Candyman come 'round again

Look out, look out, the Candyman

Here he come and he gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the

Candyman come 'round again