Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn-out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, he jumped so high Then he lightly touched down I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out He looked at me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life He loved to make hills in the sand Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance He danced for those at minstrel shows and at county fairs Throughout the south We spoke with tears of 15 years How his dog and him travelled about His dog up and died, it was stopped and died After 20 years, he still grieves They said I dance now at every chance and honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars And I drink a bit He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance