Mr. Bojangles (Remaster)

Mr. Bojangles - Bob Dylan

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

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance

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 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

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance yeah dance

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 but just travelled all about

Hid dog up and died he up and died and after 20 years he still grieves

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 bitO

He shook his head yes he shook his head I heard someone ask him OpleaseO

Mr Bojangles Mr Bojangles dance dance Mr Bojangles dance