Mr Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

And he'd dance for you


In worn out shoes




With silver hair a ragged shirt


And 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