Mr. Bojangles - Single Version

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
 In worn out shoes
 With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
 The old soft shoe
 He jumped so high, jumped so high
 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 he spoke right out
 He talked of life, 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 spread his stance
 Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
 He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
 And sback 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
 And after 20 years he still grieves
 He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips
 But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit
 He shis head, and as he shis head
 I heard someone ask him please
 Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles, dance