C Gm F 1. 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.B F C R: Look out, look out, the Candyman,B F C Here he come and he's gone again,Am G Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'tilF G The Candyman comes around again. 2. 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. R: Look out, look out, the Candyman... 3. 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. R: Look out, look out, the Candyman...