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Letra : Candyman (Live in Springfield, MA, September 3, 1980)

Come on all you pretty women
With your hair hanging 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
'Til the Candyman comes around again

I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
Be onе less man alive
Good morning, Mr. Benson
I see you'rе doing well
If I had me a shotgun
You know 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
'Til the Candyman comes around again

Come on, boys, and wager
If you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar, boys
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

Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes around again

Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes around again