Mr. Bojangles

Knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes

Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants

The old soft shoe

He jumped so high he jumps so high

Then he'd lightly touch down

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles dance

Met him in a cell in New Orleans

Down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he

He spoke right out

He talked about life he talked about life

He laughed slapped his leg and stepped

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick

Across the cell

He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high

He clicked his heels

He let go a laugh he let go a laugh

Shook his clothes all around

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

Throughout the South

And he spoke in tears of 15 years how his dog and him

They traveled about

The dog up and died he up and died

After 20 years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks

For drinks and tips

But most the time I spend behind these county bars

Cause I drink a bit

And he shook his head now

He shook his head

And I heard someone ask please

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles dance