Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles and he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants

He did the old soft shoe

He jumped so high, Lord he jumped so high

And then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was

We was both down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age

As he spoke right out

He talked of life, but what he said about life

Then laughed, clicked his heels and stepped

Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles, Dance

He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick

Across the cell

He teased his pants and spread his stance

Lord he jumped so high

And that old men clicked his heels

He let go a laugh, let go a laugh

The he put his clothes back all around

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

Everywhere across the south

He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him

They traveled about

Then the dog up and died, Lord he up and died

And after 20 years he still grieves

Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles, won’t you dance

He said I dance now at every chance in bars and honky tonks

For just my drinks and tips

But most the time I spend behind these county bars

'Cause you see I drink some bit

He shoot his head, and as he shoot his head

I heard someone ask him please

Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles

Please Mr. Bojangles, won't you dance