Mr. Bojangles

knew a man, Bojangles, and he`d dance for you In worn out shoes Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, he jumped so high And then he`d lightly touch down 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 the smoke ran out He talked of life, he talked of life He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped He said his name, Bojangles, and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants, and favorite stance Oh, he jumped so high And then 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 Dance He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Throughout the south He spoke through tears of fifteen years, how his dog and him Traveled about The dog up and died, he up and died After twenty years he still grieves He 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" He shook his head, and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please, please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance