Mr. Bojangles

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

In worn out shoes

With silver hair a ragged shirtAnd baggy pants

He would do the old soft shoe

He would jump so high

Jump so high

Then he lightly touch down

He told me of the time he worked with

Minstrel shows travelling

Throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years

How his dog and he

They would travel about

But his dog up and died

He up and died

And after twenty years he still grieved

He said I dance now

At every chance in the Honky Tonks

For my drinks and tips

But most the time I spend

Behind these country bars

You see on I drinks a bit

Then he shook his head

Oh lord when he shook his head

I could swear I heard someone say please

Mister Bojangles

Call him Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles come back and dance please

Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles