Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you          In worn-out  shoes           Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants           The old soft  shoe           He jumped so high, he jumped so high            Then he'd lightly touched down     I met a man in a cell in New Orleans he 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, slapped his leg and stepped          Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles,  Dance He said his name Bojangles and he danced the lick     Across the    cell       Grabbed his pants for a better stance and jumped so high       Clicked his heels          He let go a laugh, let go a  laugh                  Shook back his clothes all  around         He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs        Throughout the south        He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he     .....traveled  about    His dog up and died,  he up and died                 After twenty years he still grieves          Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles, Dance Said I dance now at every chance and honky-tonks        For drinks and  tips        But most the time I spend behind these county bars        Cause I drinks a bit       He shook his head and as he shook his head              I heard someone ask,  please            Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles, Mr.Bojangles,  go on and Dance La, la, la, la... ....                   La, la, la, la... ....