[00:04.65]I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
[00:13.95]With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
[00:27.24]He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he lightly touched down
[00:32.49]Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance!
[00:36.93]I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out
[00:47.04]He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out
[00:58.11]He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step
[01:09.54]He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell
[01:18.81]He grabbed a chair like Fred Astaire, then he jumped up high, he clicked his
[01:25.74]heels
[01:29.22]He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
[02:01.02]He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
[02:10.29]He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog & he traveled about
[02:17.31]His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieved
[02:33.66]He said 'I dance now at ev'ry chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips
[02:42.99]But most of the time I spend behind these county bars'
[02:46.68]he said 'I drinks a bit'
[02:53.55]He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask 'Please?'