Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles and he dance for you
 In worn out shoes
 Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
 The Old Soft Shoe
 He jumped so high, he jumped so high
 And then he lightly 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 the smoke ran out
 He talked of life, he talked of life
 He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
 He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick
 Across the cell
 He grabbed his pants and feathered stance
 Oh, he jumped so high
 And then he clicked his heels
 He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
 Shook back his clothes all around
 Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles, dance
 He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
 Throughout the South
 He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him
 Traveled about
 The dog up and died, he up and died
 After 20 years he still grieves
 He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonk
 For drinks and tips
 But most of 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 him please
 Please
 Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles, dance