Grateful Dead - Candyman lyrics

Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,<br>Open up your windows cuz the candyman's in town.<br>Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,<br>Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home.<br><br>Look out, look out the candyman,<br>Here he comes and he's gone again.<br>Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,<br>The candyman comes around again, around again.<br><br>I come from memphis where I learned to talk the jive,<br>When I get back to memphis be one less man alive.<br>Good morning mr. benson, I see you're doing well,<br>If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.<br><br>Look out, look out the candyman,<br>Here he comes and he's gone again.<br>Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,<br>The candyman comes around again, around again.<br><br>Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,<br>If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line,<br>Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,<br>Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candyman's in town.<br><br>Look out, look out the candyman,<br>Here he comes and he's gone again.<br>Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,<br>The candyman comes around again, around again.