Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles - Sammi Smith

I knew a man Bojangles

And he danced for you in worn out shoes

With silver hair and ragged shirt

And baggy pants the old soft shoe

And he jumped so high

He jumped so high

And then he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in new Orleans I was down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age

And he spoke right out

He talked of life

He talked of life

He laughed slapped his leg a step

Mr Bojangles mr Bojangles mr Bojangles dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows

And county fairs

Throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years

How his dog and him

Traveled about

His dog up and died oh he up and died

After twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance

In honky tanks for drinks and for tips

But most the time I spend behind these county bars

'Cause I drinks a bit

He shook his head and as he shook his head

I heard someone ask him please

Mr Bojangles mr Bojangles mr Bojangles won't you dance