MR.BO JANGLES

I 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 lightly touched 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 stared He said his name Bojangles And he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants and faired that stance Whoa, 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 ev'ry chance At honky tonk For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars Because 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