I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, he did the old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch down
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 laughed, slapped his leg a step
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked
his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him just travelled about
His dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieved
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, cause I drinks abit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, O please,
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance.
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