Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles and he'd dance for you In wornout shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, jumped so high And lightly touch down I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was Down and out He looked to me to be the very eyes of age And he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Laugh-slapped his leg in step He said the name, Bojangles, and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance, and he jumped so high And then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh Shook his clothes back all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance He's danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the South He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him Traveled about And dog up and died, all up and died After 20 years he still grieves He said, now I dance at every chance in honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars 'Cause I drinks a bit He shook his head, as he shook his head I heard someone ask him "Please, please" Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance Dance