Candyman
Grateful Dead • Key:
⭐ Official Master Chart
OLGA Archive
Candyman
Grateful Dead
C
Come all you pretty women with your
Gm
hair a hangin'
F
down,
F
Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in
G
town.
Come on boys and
Dm
gamble,
G
roll those laughing
Dm
bones,
F
Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money
G
home.
Bb
Look out, look
F
out, the
C
Candyman,
Bb
Here he
F
come and he's
C
gone again,
Am
Pretty lady ain't
G
got no friend 'til
The
F
Candyman comes
G
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.
Speed