Come on pretty women
With your hair hanging down
Open up your window
'Cause the Candyman's in town
Come on boys and gamble
Roll those dice and bones
Seven come eleven, boys
I'll take your money home
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's going to game
Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
Candyman come '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 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 come and he's going to game
Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
Candyman come 'round again
Come on, boys, and wager
If you've got the mind
If you got a dollar, boy
Won't you 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 going to game
Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
Candyman come 'round again
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's going to game
Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
Candyman come 'round again
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