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