Grateful Dead - Candyman (Live) Lyrics

Come on, 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 come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til 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 morning, Mr. Benson
I trust 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 come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes 'round again

Come on boys and wager
If you have got the mind
And if you've got a dollar
So 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 come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes 'round again

Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes 'round again

Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes 'round again