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Come all you pretty women with your hair a hanginʼ down,
FG
Open up your windows ʼcause the Candymanʼs in town.
DmGDm
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
FG
Seven come eleven, boys, Iʼll take your money home.
BbFC
Look out, look out, the Candyman,
BbFC
Here he come and heʼs gone again,
AmG
Pretty lady ainʼt got no friend ʼtil
FG
The Candyman comes around again.
I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to Memphis, thereʼll be one less man alive.
Good morninʼ, Mr. Benson, I see youʼre doing well,
If I had me a shotgun, Iʼd blow you straight to hell.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If youʼve got a dollar, boys, then lay it on the line.
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey ʼround,
Wonʼt you tell everybody you meet that the Candymanʼs in town.