mr. bojangles

Lyrics

i knew a man bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes, with silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe, he jumped so high he jumped so high then he'd lightly touch down, i met him in a cell in new orleans he was down and out, he looked to me to be the eyes of age and he spoke right out, he talked of life he talked of life he laughed slapped his leg a step, mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles dance, he danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south, he spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him traveled about, his dog up and died oh dog up and died after twenty years he still grieves, he said i dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and for tips, but most the time i spend behind these county bars 'cause i drink a bit, he shook his head he shook his head and i heard someone ask please, mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles oh dance, oh dance