Mr. Bojangles

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

He jumped so high jumped so high
The he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked at me to be
The eyes of age as he spoke right out

He talked of life he talked of life
He laughed and slapped his leg a step

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He said his name "Bojangles" then
He danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance
Oh, how he jumped and he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

He's danced for those at minstrel shows
And county fairs throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and he travelled about

But then his dog, his dog up and died
He just up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved

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He said, "I dance now at every chance
In honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time i spend behind
These county bars"
He said, "I drinks a bit"

He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask, "Please?

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Mr bojangles dance

Mr bojangles mr bojangles
Mr bojangles dance"

Dance