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