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  • I knew a man Bojangles, and he'd dance for you
    In worn out shoes, with silver hair, a ragged shirt
    And baggy pants, the old soft shoe, jump so high
    Jump 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 very eyes of age
    As he spoke right out, talked of life, talked of life
    Laughed, slapped his leg and stepped
    He said the name, 'Bojangles' and he danced a lick
    Across the cell, grabbed his pants, a better stance
    And wow, he jumped up high, clicked his heels, he let go a laugh
    Let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles, dance
    He danced with those at minstrel shows and county fairs
    Throughout the South, he spoke with tears of fifteen years
    Of how his dog and him, had traveled about, his dog up and died
    He up and died, after twenty years he still grieves
    He said, "I dance now and every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
    But most of time I spend behind these country bars 'cause I drinks a bit"
    He shook his head and as he shook his head
    I heard someone ask please
    "Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles dance"
  • I knew a man Bojangles, and he'd dance for you
    In worn out shoes, with silver hair, a ragged shirt
    And baggy pants, the old soft shoe, jump so high
    Jump 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 very eyes of age
    As he spoke right out, talked of life, talked of life
    Laughed, slapped his leg and stepped
    He said the name, 'Bojangles' and he danced a lick
    Across the cell, grabbed his pants, a better stance
    And wow, he jumped up high, clicked his heels, he let go a laugh
    Let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles, dance
    He danced with those at minstrel shows and county fairs
    Throughout the South, he spoke with tears of fifteen years
    Of how his dog and him, had traveled about, his dog up and died
    He up and died, after twenty years he still grieves
    He said, "I dance now and every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
    But most of time I spend behind these country bars 'cause I drinks a bit"
    He shook his head and as he shook his head
    I heard someone ask please
    "Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles dance"