Mr Bojangles

I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn-out shoes He had silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, he jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down I met the man down in New Orleans I was down and out He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage As he spoke right out He talked of his life, yes, he talked of life Laughed and clicked his heels in step He said his name Bojangles, and then he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high Then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, ha ha, he let go a laugh Shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, come on, dance He worked for those at country shows and county fairs Throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years when his dog and him Traveled about His dog up and died I don't know, just up and died After 20 years, he still grieves He said, "Now I dance every chance in them honky-tonks For drinks and tips But most the time, I spend behind the county bars 'Cause I drink a bit" He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him, "Please" Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, come on, dance