Mr. Bojangles - Remastered

I knew a man, Bojangles and he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes.

With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants,

He did the old soft shoe.

He jumped so high, he jumped so high

And then he lightly touched down.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was - down and out.

He looked to me to be the eyes of age

As he spoke right out.

He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, clicked his heels and stepped.

He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick,

across the cell

He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,

Oh he jumped so high

and then he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh, let go a laugh,

sback his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles, Dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs

throughout the south

He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him

they traveled about.

Well the dog up and died, he up and died.

And after 20 years he still grieves.

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks

for drinks and tips

But most the time I spend behind these county bars

'cause I drinks a bit

He shis head, and as he shis head

I heard someone ask him please, pleeease.

Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles.

Mr. Bojangles, won't you Dance.

I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you.