Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles And he'll dance for you In worn out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt And baggy pants He would do the old soft shoe He would jump so high Jump so high Then he'd lightly touch down Told me of the time he worked with With Minstrel shows Travelling throughout the south Spoke with tears for fifteen years How his, how his dog and he They would travel about But his dog up and died Got up and died After twenty years he still grieves He said, "I dance now at Every chance in the Honky Tonks For my drinks and tips But most the time I I spend behind these county bars You see son I drinks a bit" Then he shook his head Oh Lord, when he shook his head I could swear I heard someone say please, please That's Mister Bojangles Calling Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, come back And dance and dance and dance, please, dance Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, come back And dance and dance and dance, please, dance Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles