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I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He do the old soft shoe
He'd jump so high jump so high
Then he'd lightly touch down
Emm
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles dance
I met met the park in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked to me to be the very eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked right out he talked of life
Laughed slapped his leg and stepped
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the grass
He grabbed his pants a bitter stance jumped so high
Clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
Ha ha
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Emm
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 of how his dog and him
Travelled all about
His dog up and died he up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance every chance at honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head oh he shook his head
I heard somebody ask him please
Emm
Mr Bojangles
He Mr Bojangles
Be shout Mr Bojangles dance
He Mr Bojangles everybody shout
Mr Bojangles
He Mr Bojangles dance
Oh dance