Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe

He jumped so high
Jumped so high
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
Talked of life
He laughed slapped his leg instead

He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and feathered stance oh he jumped so high
He clicked his heels

He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

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He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
They traveled about

His 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 Please

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