Candyman - Jim James, Friends

Come all you pretty women

With your hair 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

Till the 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 Mornin Mr. Benson

I see you’re doin 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

Till the Candyman

Come round again

Come on boys and wager

If you have got the mind

If you got a dollar boys

Lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar

Pass the whiskey round

Want you to tell everybody you meet

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

Till the Candyman

Come round again