Mr Bojangles

I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn-out shoes
He had silver hair and 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 the man down in New Orleans
I was down and out

He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage
As he spoke right out
He talked of his life, yes, he talked of life
Laughed and clicked his heels in step

He said his name Bojangles, and then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh, ha ha, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come on, dance

He worked for those at country shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years when his dog and him
Traveled about

His dog up and died
I don't know, just up and died
After 20 years, he still grieves
He said, "Now I dance every chance in them honky-tonks

For drinks and tips
But most the time, I spend behind the county bars
'Cause I drink a bit"
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him, "Please"

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come on, dance