[Intro]
Here's a true story about an old man who would turn the page of the final chapter of his life
He would use pinching money to buy candy and all the children called him Mr. Candyman
[Chorus 1]
They would gather around, children all around town
You would hear them calling to the window up above
"Mr. Candyman, answer us, if you can
Have you gone away? Don't you love us anymore?"
[Verse 1]
Old Ira Grey used to live
In the attic of an old tenement house
1861, he fought the Civil War
Now he's old and crippled, don't get around much anymore
[Chorus 2]
He'd take an old soup can with trеmbling hands
Fill it with candy and tie it with twine
From the window it camе, children called out his name
"Mr. Candyman is back here again"
[Verse 2]
Old Ira Grey used to play
A tune on his fiddle to pass the time away
I'd hear him late at night, playing "The Sailor's Hornpipe"
Then he'd laugh at himself and I'd swear old Ira was [?]
Here's a true story about an old man who would turn the page of the final chapter of his life
He would use pinching money to buy candy and all the children called him Mr. Candyman
[Chorus 1]
They would gather around, children all around town
You would hear them calling to the window up above
"Mr. Candyman, answer us, if you can
Have you gone away? Don't you love us anymore?"
[Verse 1]
Old Ira Grey used to live
In the attic of an old tenement house
1861, he fought the Civil War
Now he's old and crippled, don't get around much anymore
[Chorus 2]
He'd take an old soup can with trеmbling hands
Fill it with candy and tie it with twine
From the window it camе, children called out his name
"Mr. Candyman is back here again"
[Verse 2]
Old Ira Grey used to play
A tune on his fiddle to pass the time away
I'd hear him late at night, playing "The Sailor's Hornpipe"
Then he'd laugh at himself and I'd swear old Ira was [?]
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