Mr. Bojangles (Live)

As you may have gathered by now We have more people joining us all the time and This song was first taking shape 'Bout two blocks from here In the first precinct jail I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants He did the old soft shoe Jumped so high Jumped so high Then he'd lightly touched down Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, dance I met him in a cell in New Orleans I 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 lightly slapped his leg instead He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance And he jumped off high He clicked his heels He let go a laugh He let go a laugh Shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, oh dance We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south We spoke in tears of 15 years How his dog and him They travelled about His dog up and died He up and died After 20 years he still grieves They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars And I drinks a bit He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone asking please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, oh dance I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you Thank you There's the duct of swimming lake near lost feathermen This time another year we'll all be together