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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 would do the old Soft Shoe
He could jump so high
Jump so high
And then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in
A cell in New Orleans
I was
Well I was down and out
He looked to me
To be the very eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
Lord he talked of life
He laugh-slapped his leg in step
He said his name was
Bojangles and then he danced a lick
Right across the cell
He grabbed his pants
Took a better stance
Jumped up high
That's when he clicked his heels
Then he let go a laugh
Lord he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
That was Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Lord he could dance
He told me of the times he'd worked
For minstrel shows
Traveling throughout the South
He spoke with tears
Of fifteen years
How his dog and he
They just traveled about
But his dog up and died
Dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance
Now at every chance n honky-tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind
These county bars
You see son I I drinks a bit
Then he shook his head
Lord when he shook his head
I could swear I heard someone say Please
Mr
Bojangles
Mr
Bojangles
Mr
Bojangles
Come back and dance
Dance dance dance
Come back and please dance
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance
Why can't you come back and dance
Please Bojangles
Dance
Again Bojangles