Candyman (Live)

All you pretty women with your hair a'hangin' down

Open up your windows 'cause the candyman's in town

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

Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take you money home

Look out, look out, the candyman

Here he come and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend

Till the candyman comes around 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 morning, Mr. Benson, I see you're doin' well

If I had me a shotgun you know I'd blow you straight to Hell

Look out, look out, the candyman

Here he come and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend

Till the candyman comes around again

Come on, boys, and wager if you have got the mind

If you had a dollar, boys, then lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round

Won't you tell everybody you meet the candyman's in town?

Look out, look out, the candyman

Here he come and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend

Till the candyman comes around again

Look out, look out, the candyman

Here he come and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend

Till the candyman comes around again