Phil Lesh & Friends - Candyman lyrics

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 mornin', Mr. 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 Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh 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 Pa** the whiskey round Won't you to 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