MR. BOJANGLES
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance 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
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
He laughed slapped his leg a step
He said his name Bojangles then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance he jumped so high
And he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he
Traveled about
His dog up and died up and died
After twenty years he still grieved
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please