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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.