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 shoot his head
Oh Lord, when he shoot 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