Mr. Bojangles

There was a man, 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 could jump so high
He could jump so high
Then he'd lightly touch down

He talked about the time
He was in the minstrel shows
Traveling throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him
They would travel all about

Then his dog up and died
Lord, his dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves

He said, I dance when I gets the chance
In the honky-tonks
Just for my drinks and my tips
But most of time I spend behind these county bars
You see, son, I drinks a little bit

Then he shook his head, Lord
When he shook his head
I could swear I heard somebody cry
Please, please, please

That's Mister Bojangles, (Mister Bojangles)
Yes, that's Mister Bojangles, (Mister Bojangles)
Please, Mister Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance
Won't you dance for me

Mister Bojangles, (Mister Bojangles)
Mister Bojangles, (Mister Bojangles)
Please, Mister Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance
Won't you dance for me