Mr. Bojangles (Remastered)

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

He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked at me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out

He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, and slapped his leg a step

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

He said his name, Bojangles
And he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants in fettered stance
Oh, how he jumped up high
Then he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
He stood up and shook back his clothes all around

He danced for those
At minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and him traveled about

His dog up and died
He just up and died
After 20 years, he still grieved

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

He said, "I dance now
At every chance in honky-tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind these County bars"
He said, "I drinks a bit"

He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone respectfully ask "Please"

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker
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