Mr. Bojangles

Jerry Jeff Walker (1968)

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I	knew a man Bo	jangles and he	danced for you	-		In worn out	shoes.

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With	silver hair a	ragged shirt and	baggy pants	-		He did the old soft	shoe.

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	He jumped so	high,	jumped so	high,	-	Then he lightly touched	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, talked of life - He laughed slapped his leg a step.

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick - Across the cell.

He grabbed his pants a better stance - Oh he jumped up high,

He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh - Shook back his clothes all around.

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs - Throughout the south.

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he - Traveled about.

His dog up and died, up and died - After twenty years he still grieved,

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 shook his head and he shook his head - I heard someone ask him "Please,