Mr. Bojangles

<br>I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes<br>With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe<br>He jumped so high he jumped so high then he`d lightly touch down<br>I met him in a cell in New Orleans he was down and out<br>He looked to me to be the eyes of age and he spoke right out<br>He talked of life he talked of life he laughed slapped his leg a step<br>Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance<br><br>He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south<br>He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him traveled about<br>His dog up and died oh dog up and died after twenty years he still grieves<br>He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and for tips<br>But most the time I spend behind these county bars cause I drink a bit<br>He shook his head he shook his head and I heard someone ask please<br>Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles oh dance oh dance