I knew a man
Bojangles and
he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair a ragged shirt
and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He 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
He talked of life
He laughed clicked
his heels and stepped
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance
He said his name
Bojangles and
he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed
his pants a better stance
he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
let go a laugh
Pushed back his
clothes all around
He danced for those
in minstral shows
and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of
fifteen years
how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years
he still grieves
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr 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's his head
And as he's his head
I heard someone
ask him please
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance