I knew a man Bojangles

and he danced for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair

a ragged shirt

and baggy pants

The old soft shoes

He jumped so high,

jumped so high

Then he lightly

touched down

I met him in a cell

in New Orleans

I was down and out

He looked at me to

be the eyes of age

As he spoke

right out

He talked of life,

talked of life

Laughed and slapped

his legs a step

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

dance

He said his name's

Bojangles then he

danced a lick

Across the cell

He grabbed his pants

a better stance

Oh how he jumped

up high

He clicked his heels

He let go of life,

let go of life

Shook back his

clothes all around

He danced with those

at minstrel shows

and county fairs

Throughout the south

He spoke with tears

for fifteen years

Oh how he

talked did he

Travelled about

He dog up and died

dog up and died

After fifteen years

he still grieved

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

dance

He said I dance

in every chance

in honky tonk

For drinks and tips

But most of the time

I spend behind

these country bars

He said

I drinks a bit

He shook his head

and as he

shook his head

I heard someone

ask please

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

dance

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles