Текст пісні Candyman - Grateful Dead

Candyman

Come all you pretty women
With your hair a-hangin' 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 comes around 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 doing 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 comes around again
Ooooh ooooooh
Ooooh uhhh uhh
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 to tell everybody you meet
That 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 comes around again
Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he come and he’s gone again
Look out, look out