C Gm F Come all you pretty women with your hair a hangin' down,
F G Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town.
Dm G Dm Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
F G Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home.
Bb F C Look out, look out, the Candyman,
Bb F C Here he come and he's gone again,
Am G Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
F G The Candyman comes around again.
I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive, When I get back to Memphis, there'll be one less man alive. Good mornin', Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well, If I had me a shotgun, I'd blow you straight to hell.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind, If you've got 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 that the Candyman's in town.
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