Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he'd dance for you
 In worn out shoes
 The silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
 That old soft shoe
 He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high
 Then he'd lightly touch down
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Dance
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 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
 Laughed and slapped his leg a step
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Dance
 He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick
 All across the cell
 He grabbed his pants for a better stance
 Oh he jumped so high and clicked up his heels
 He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
 Shook back his clothes all around
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Dance
 Yeah, dance
 He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
 Throughout the south
 He spoke with tears of fifteen years
 How his dog 'n him had just travelled all about
 His dog up and died, he up and died
 And after twenty years he still grieves
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Dance
 He said, "I dance now at every chance in 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, and then he shook his head
 I heard someone ask him: "Please"
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Dance
 Dance
 Mr. Bojangles, dance