Mr. Bojangles

<br>Knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you<br>In worn out shoes.<br>Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants.<br>The old soft shoe.<br>He jumped so high, he jumps so high.<br>Then he`d lightly touch down.<br>Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles dance.<br><br>Met him in a cell, in New Orleans it was.<br>Down and out.<br>He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he,<br>he spoke right out.<br>He talked about life, he talked of life.<br>He laughed, slapped his leg instead.<br><br>He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick<br>Across the cell.<br>He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high.<br>He clicked his heels.<br>He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh.<br>Shook his clothes all around.<br>Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles dance.<br><br>He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs<br>Throughout the South.<br>And he spoken in tears of 15 years how it`s dogging him.<br>They traveled about.<br>The dog up and died he up and died<br>after 20 years he still grieves.<br><br>He said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks<br>For drinks and tips.<br>But most the time I spend behind these county bars.<br>`Cause I drink a bit.<br>And he shook his head now, he shook his head.<br>And I heard someone ask please<br>Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles dance.