I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
he jumped so high
then he'd lightly touch down
Mr Bojangles
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 eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life
he talked of life
he laughed, slapped his leg a step
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance
oh he jumped up high
he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
he let go a laugh
shook back 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 in tears of fifteen years
how his dog and him
they traveled about
His dog up and died
he up and died
after twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance and honky-tonk
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
dance
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles