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DO SOLm FA
Come all you pretty women with your hair a hangin' down,
FA SOL
Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town.
REm SOL REm
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
FA SOL
Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home.
SIb FA DO
Look out, look out, the Candyman,
SIb FA DO
Here he come and he's gone again,
LAm SOL
Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til
FA SOL
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.
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