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I knew a man |
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Bojangles and he danced for you, in worn out shoes. |
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With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants, |
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The old soft shoe. |
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He jumped so high, jumped so high, |
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Then he lightly touched down. |
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Chorus: Mister |
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Bojangles, |
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Mister Bojangles, |
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Mister Bojangles, dance. |
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I met him in a cell in |
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New Orleans |
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I was down and out. |
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He looked at me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out. |
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He talked of life, talked of life, laughed slapped his leg a step. |
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Chorus He said his name, |
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Bojangles, then he danced a lick, across the cell. |
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He grabbed his pants a better stance oh he jumped up high, |
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He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh, |
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Shook back his clothes all around. |
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Chorus He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the |
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South. He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog him, he traveled about. |
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His dog up and died, he up and died, |
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After twenty years he still grieves, |
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Chorus He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips. But most the time I stand behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit." |
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He shook his head and as he shook his head, |
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I heard someone ask him please, |
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Chorus |
