Mr. Bojangles

I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out 
shoes
He had silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants the old
 soft shoe
He jumped so high he jumped so high then he'd lightly touch
 down

I met the man down in New Orleans I was down and out
He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage as he spoke right 
out
He talked of life yes he talked of life laughed picked his 
heels in step

He said the name's Bojangles then he danced a lick across 
the cell
He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high 
and he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh ha ha he let go a laugh shook back his 
clothes all around
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles come on dance

He worked for those at country shows and county fairs 
throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years when his dog and him 
traveled about
His dog up and died I don't know just up and died after 
twenty years he still grieves

He said now I dance at every chance in them honky tonks for
 drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind the county bars cause I 
drink so bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone 
ask please
Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles come on dance