Mr. Bojangles
(written by Jerry Jeff Walker)
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He did the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels in stealth
He said his name Bojangles then he danced a bit
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance, oh he jumped so high
And then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
(Chorus)
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Won't you dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows & county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him
Traveled about
His dog up and died, up and died
After 20 years he still grieves
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
'Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
(Repeat chorus)
Won't you dance