Werbung entfernenC Gm FCome all you pretty women with your hair a hangin' down,
F GOpen up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town.
Dm G DmCome on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
F GSeven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home.
A# F CLook out, look out, the Candyman,
A# F CBere he come and he's gone again,
Am GPretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
F GThe Candyman comes around again.
I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to Memphis, there'll 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.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If you've got a dollar, boys, then lay it on the line.
Band me my old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round,
Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town.
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