#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Candyman -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia) C Gm F Come all you pretty women with your hair a hangin' down, F G Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town. Dm G Dm Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones, F G Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home. Bb F C Look out, look out, the Candyman, Bb F C Here he come and he's gone again, Am G Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til F G The 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. Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round, Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town.