Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
 In worn out shoes
 Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
 The old soft shoe
 He jumped so high
 He 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
 He jumped so 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
 Dance
 We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
 Throughout the south
 We spoke in tears of fifteen years
 How his dog and him
 They travelled about
 His dog up and died
 He up and died
 After twenty 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
 Cause i drinks a bit
 He shook his head and as he shook his head
 I heard someone ask please
 Mr Bojangles
 Mr Bojangles
 Mr Bojangles
 Dance
 I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
 In worn out shoes
 Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
 The old soft shoe
 He jumped so high
 He jumped so high
 Then he'd lightly touched down
 Mr Bojangles
 Mr Bojangles
 Mr Bojangles