Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles

And he'll dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair and ragged shirt, 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

Bought up and died

And after twenty years he still grieves



He said

I dance now and

Every chance in honky tonks

for my drinks and tips

but most the time I, I spend behind these county bars

You see son I, I drinks a bit

Then he shook his head

Oh Lord, when he shook his head

I could swear I heard somebody say please, please



There's mister Bojangles

Call him 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 mister Bojangles