Candyman

Come, 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 laughing bones

Seven come eleven, boys

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

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, Mister Benson

I see you're doing 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'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've got a dollar

Boys, lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar

Pass the whisky 'round

Won't you tell everybody you meet

That 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

Look out, look out, the Candyman