Mr Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles

and he'd dance for you

in worn out shoes

Silver hair,ragged shirt

and baggy pants,that old soft shoe

He'd jump so high,he'd jump so high

then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans

so down and out

He looked to me to be

the eyes of age as he spoke right out

He talked of life,he talked of life

laughing slapped his leg stale

He said the name Bojangles

and he danced a lick

all across the cell

He grabbed his pants for a better stance

and he jumped so high

he clicked his heels

He let go laugh,he let go laugh

who shook back his clothes all around

Mr.Bojangles,Mr.Bojangles

Mr.Bojangles,come on dance.

He danced for those at minstrel shows

and county fairs throught out the south

He spoke with tears of 15years

of how his dog and him

just travelled all about

His dog up and died,he up and died

and after 20years he still grieves

He said I dance every chance

at honky-tonks for drinks and tips

But most of the time

I spend behind these county bars

cause I drink so bit

He shook his head

yes he shook his head

I heard someone ask him,please,

Mr.Bojangles,Mr.Bojangles

Mr Bojangles,come on dance

come on dance