Mr. Bojangles - Live

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 would jump so high, jump so high
And then he'd lightly touch down

He told me of the times, he worked with minstrel shows, travelling around the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he
They used to travel all about
But his dog up and died, dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved

He said "I dance now and every chance a honky-tonk, 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
Oh lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I heard someone say please
That was Mr. Bojangles
Call him Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance, dance, dance
Please dance

A-Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
Come back and dance again
Please Bojangles