Candyman Songtext
von Grateful Dead

Come on, 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 ′til 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
You know 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

Come on, boys, and gamble
If you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar, boys
Lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar
Pass that 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 ′til the
Candyman comes around 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