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Mr. Bojangles

Jerry Jeff Walker (1968)

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I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you - In worn out shoes.
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With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants - He did the old soft shoe.
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He jumped so high, jumped so high, - Then he lightly touched down.
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Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance.
 
I met him in a cell in New Orleans - I was down and out. 
He looked at me to be the eyes of age - As he spoke right out. 
He talked of life, talked of life - He laughed slapped his leg a step. 
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. 
 
He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick - Across the cell. 
He grabbed his pants a better stance - Oh he jumped up high, 
He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh - Shook back his clothes all around. 
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. 
 
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs - Throughout the south. 
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he - Traveled about. 
His dog up and died, up and died - After twenty years he still grieved, 
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance. 
 
He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks - For drinks and tips. 
But most the time I spend behind these county bars," He said, - "I drinks a bit." 
He shook his head and he shook his head - I heard someone ask him "Please, 
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance, 
Dance!" 


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