Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles - David Campbell

Knew a man

Bojangles and he danced for you

In worn out shoes

Silver hair

A ragged shirt baggy pants

His do the yours soft shoe

He jumped so high

Jumped so high

Then he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell

In New Orleans I was

I was Down and out

He looked to me

To be the everyeyes of age

As he spoke right out

He talked of life

Talked of life

Clicked his heels stepped

Said his name

Bojangles and he danced a lick

Oh right Across the cell

Grabbed his pants

A better stance

Oh he jumped so high

That's why he clicked his heels

That let go a laugh

Right let go a laugh

Pushed his clothes all around

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles come back dance

Told may back time thing

Mr shoes

Throughout the south

He spoke with tears fifteen years

How his dog and him

Have Traveled about

The dog up and died

Store just up and died

After fifty years he still grieves

He said I dance now

At every chance in honky tonks

For my drinks and tips

But most the time

I spend behind these county bars

Is He said I

Drinks just a bit

Then He shook his head

As love

What he shook his head

I swear other someboay say

Please Please Please

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles come back and dance

Dance

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles

Mr Bojangles come on back then

What come on back Mr Bojangles

CCome on right that back

Please