Candyman                          Rukind-tab    Darksaw
(Garcia/Hunter)                       Deadstein

Come on all you pretty women with your hair 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 'round 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 comes and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the
Candyman comes 'round again

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind
If you got a dollar, boys lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey 'round
Want you to 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 'round again