I knew a man Bojangles and he d dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver haira ragged shirt and baggy pantsthat old soft shoe
He d jump so highhe d jump so highwill he likely touch down ?
Mr. BojanglesMr. Bojanglesdance.
I met him in a cell in New OrleansI was down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He talked of lifehe talked of lifelaughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. BojanglesMr. Bojanglesdance.
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stanceoh he jumped so high and he
clicked up his heels
He let go laughhe let go laughshook back his clothes all around
Mr. BojanglesMr. Bojanglesdanceyeahdance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him just travelled about
Hid dog up and diedhe up and diedand after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. BojanglesMr. Bojanglesdance.
He said "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county barscause I drinks a bit"
He shook his headyes he shook his headI heard someone ask him?lease?
Mr. BojanglesMr. BojanglesdancedanceMr Bojanglesdance.
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