Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you 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'd lightly touch down I met him in a cell in New Orleans, he was 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 He laughed, slapped his leg and stepped He said the name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick Across the cell Grabbed his pants, a better stance and whoa he jumped up high Clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh Shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the South He spoke with tears of fifteen years of how his dog and him Traveled about His dog up and died, he up and died After twenty years he still grieves Said "I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause I drinks a bit" Shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask "Please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance" Woo, doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Oo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo Doo-doo, doo-doo, do, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo-doo Oo, um, um, um, wah, wah, wah-wah, um, wah-wah, um-um Oo, doo, doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo, doo