Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man

Bojangles and he danced for you, in worn out shoes.

With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants,

The old soft shoe.

He jumped so high, jumped so high,

Then he lightly touched down.

Chorus: Mister

Bojangles,

Mister Bojangles,

Mister Bojangles, dance.

I met him in a cell in

New Orleans

I was down and out.

He looked at me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out.

He talked of life, talked of life, laughed slapped his leg a step.

Chorus He said his name,

Bojangles, then he danced a lick, across the cell.

He grabbed his pants a better stance oh he jumped up high,

He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh,

Shook back his clothes all around.

Chorus He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the

South. He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog him, he traveled about.

His dog up and died, he up and died,

After twenty years he still grieves,

Chorus He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips. But most the time I stand behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit."

He shook his head and as he shook his head,

I heard someone ask him please,

Chorus