From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Candyman -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia)

^CCome all you pretty women with your ^Gmhair a hangin' ^Fdown, ^FOpen up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in ^Gtown.

Come on boys and ^Dmgamble, ^Groll those laughing ^Dmbones, ^FSeven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money ^Ghome.

^BbLook out, look ^Fout, the ^CCandyman, ^BbHere he ^Fcome and he's ^Cgone again,

^AmPretty lady ain't ^Ggot no friend 'til The ^FCandyman comes ^Garound 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.

Grateful Dead - Candyman