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,
he 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 and stamped
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles,
dance
He said his
name, Bojangles
and he danced
a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants,
a better stance
and jumped so high
clicked his heels
He let go a laugh,
let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes
all around
He danced for
those in minstrel shows
at county fairs
throughout the south
He spoke with tears
of fifteen years
How his dog and he
travelled about
His dog up and died
he up and died,
after twenty years
he still grieves
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles,
dance
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
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles,
go on and dance
La-la-la-la-la-la-da
da-da
La-la-la-la
da-da