Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you
 In worn out shoes
 With silver hair, a ragged shirt and that ragged pants
 The old soft shoe
 He jumped so high, he jumped so high
 Then he lightly touched down
 I met him in a New Orleans café, he was
 Down and out
 He looked at me to be the very eyes of age
 As he spoke right out
 He talked of life, he talked of life
 He laughed and slapped his leg a step
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bo, Bo, Bojangles, dance
 He said, "Now and then, I dance at Honky Tonks"
 For drinks and tips
 But most of the time, I spend behind these county bars
 He said, "You know, I drinks a bit"
 Shook his head
 And as he shook his head
 He just nodded, "Please"
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles, dance
 He said, "Now and then, I dance every now and then"
 For drinks and tips
 He spoke of years, of 15 years of how his dog and he
 Traveled down across the south, a bit
 His dog up and died
 He just up and died
 After 20 years, he still grieved
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles
 Mr. Bojangles, dance!