Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he'll dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair, a ragged shirt, baggy pants

He would do the old soft shoe

He would jump so high, jump so high

Then he'd lightly touch down

Told me of a time he worked with, with minstrel shows

Travelin' throughout the South

Spoke with tears for fifteen years

How his, how his dog and he

They would travel about

But his dog up and died, caught up and died

And after twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance at honky tonks

For my drinks and tips

But most the time I, I spend behind these county bars

You see son, I, I drinks a bit

Then he shook his head

Oh, Lord, when he shook his head

I could swear I'd heard somebody say please, please

That's Mr. Bojangles

Call him Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance and dance

And dance, please dance

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance and dance

And dance, please dance

Come back and dance again, Mr. Bojangles