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