Candyman (Grateful Dead)

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Come all you pretty women with your hair hangin down
Open up your window, cause the candyman's in town
C'mon boys n gamble, roll those laughing bones
Seven come, eleven boys, well, I'll take your money home

Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
Til the candyman comes around again

I pulled in from Memphis, where I learned to talk that jive
I get back to Memphis, there'll be one less man alive
Good morning, Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun, boy, well, 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
Til the candyman comes around again

C'mon boys n gamble, if you have got the mind
If you have a dollar, won't you lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round
Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candyman's in town, in town

Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
Til the candyman comes around again

Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he's gone again...
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
Til the candyman comes around again