Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles - Alice Lamb

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes

Silver hair ragged shirt and baggy pants

That old soft shoe

He'd jump so high he'd jump so high

Will he likely touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans

I was down and out

He looked to me to be the eye of age

As he spoke right out

He talked of life

He talked of life laughing slapped his leg stale

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick

All across the cell

He grabbed his pants for a better stance

Oh he jumped so high and he clicked

Up his heels

He let go laugh he let go laugh

Shook back his clothes all around

He danced for those at minstrel shows

And county fairs throughtout the south

He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him

Travelled all about

Hid dog up and died he up and died

After 20 years he still grieves

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance

He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks

For drinks and tips

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars

Cause I drink so bit

He shook his head yes he shook his head

I heard someone specially ask him please

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance