Mr. Bojangles Lyrics

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
in worn out shoes
With Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants,
the old soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high
then he likely touched down ?
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 laughed slapped his leg stale

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Come on, dance.
He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
then he jumped so high
he clicked his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh
shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Come on, dance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of his dog and him travelled all about
His dog up and died, he up and died
and after 20 years he still grieves

He said now I dance at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpleaseO,

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