Mr. Bojangles (Live)

As you may have gathered by now
We have more people joining us all the time and
This song was first taking shape
'Bout two blocks from here
In the first precinct jail

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He did the old soft shoe
Jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

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 he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life

He lightly slapped his leg instead
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
And he jumped off high
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, oh dance

We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of 15 years
How his dog and him
They travelled about
His dog up and died
He up and died

After 20 years he still grieves
They said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
And I drinks a bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone asking please

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, oh dance

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
Thank you
There's the duct of swimming lake near lost feathermen
This time another year we'll all be together