| 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. |
| C | Gm | F |
| I come in from Memphis where I | learned to talk the | jive, |
| F | G |
| When I get back to Memphis, there’ll be one less man | alive. |
| Dm | G | Dm | |
| Good mornin’, Mr. | Benson, I | see you’re doing | well, |
| F | G |
| If I had me a shotgun, I’d blow you straight to | hell. |
| 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. |
| C | Gm | F |
| Come on boys and wager if you | have got the | mind, |
| F | G |
| If you’ve got a dollar, boys, then lay it on the | line. |
| Dm | G | Dm | |
| Hand me my old | guitar, | pass the whiskey | ’round, |
| F | G |
| Won’t you tell everybody you meet that the | Candyman’s in town. |
| 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. |