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I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you - in worn out shoes
Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants - that old soft shoe
He'd jump so high - he'd jump so high - then he lightly touched down?
Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - dance
I met him in a cell down in New Orleans - I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eye of age - as he spoke right out
He talked of life - he talked of life - laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - dance
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick - all across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance oh he jumped so high - and he clicked up his heels
He let go laugh - he let go laugh - shook back his clothes all around
Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - dance yeah dance
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 - but just travelled all about
His dog up and died - he up and died - and after 20 years he still grieves
Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - dance
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 bars - cause I drink so bit
He shook his head - yes he shook his head - I heard someone ask him please
Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - Mr Bojangles - dance