Mr. Bojangles

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 would do the old soft shoe
He could jump so high
Jump so high
And then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was
Well I was down and out
He looked to me to be the very eyes of age
As he spoke right out
And then he talked of life
Lord, he talked of life
He laughed, Haha
Slapped his leg in step
He said his name was Bojangles
Then he danced a lick
Right across the cell
He grabbed his pants, took a better stance
He jumped up high
That's when he clicked his heels
Then he let go a laugh
Oh Lord, how he laughed
Shook his clothes all around
That was Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
Come on and dance

He told me of the times he'd worked for Minstrel shows
Traveling throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and he
They just traveled about
But his dog up and died
Dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves
He said, I dance now at every chance in Honky Tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
You see, son, I drinks a bit
Then he shook his head
Lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I heared
Someone say please
Please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
Won't you come back and dance?
Please, Bojangle, dance
Come on and dance