Candyman: Grateful Dead

Come all you pretty women with your hair a-hanging 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 comes 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 leant 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 comes 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 whiskey round

Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town

Look out, look out, the Candyman

Here he comes 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.