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 And he jumped so high, he jumps so high Then he'd lightly touch down Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance I met him in a cell in New Orleans, it was Down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he He spoke right out And he talked about life, he talked of 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 of 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 Hey, Mr. Bojangles Dance"