Mr. Bojangles (c)

Intro: I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you      In worn out shoes Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants      That old soft shoe   He jumped so high he jumped so high.       Then he lightly touched down     Mr. Bojangles!!  Mr. Bojangles!! Dance..                               I met him in a cell in New Orleans    I was down and out He looked to me to be the eye of age     as he spoke right out He talked of life he talked of life         laughing slapped his leg stale Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles   dance.                                He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stanceoh he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels He let go laugh he let go laugh      shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles   dance yeah dance                He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him   just traveled about His dog up and died he up and died      and after 20 years he still grieves Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles   dance.                               He said "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit" He shook his head yes he shook his head       I heard someone ask him please? Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles   dance dance Mr Bojangles dance.