Lyrics Mr. Bojangles - Salena Jones
I
know
a
man
Bojangles
And
he'd
dance
for
you
In
worn-out
shoes
With
silver
hair,
a
ragged
shirt
And
baggy
pants,
the
old
soft
shoe
He'd
jump
so
high,
jump
so
high
Then
he'd
lightly
touchdown
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
He
laughed
slapped
his
leg
a
step
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
dance
Said
his
name
Bojangles
The
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
a
laugh,
let
go
a
laugh
Shook
back
his
clothes
all
around
He
said:
"I
dance
at
Minstrel
shows
And
county
fairs
throughout
the
South"
He
spoke
with
tears
of
fifteen
years
How
his
dog
and
he
travelled
all
about
His
dog
up
and
died,
he
up
and
died
After
twenty
years
he
still
grieved
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
dance
He
said:
"I
dance
at
every
chance
In
honky
tanks
for
drinks
and
tips
But
most
of
the
time
I
spend
behind
These
county
bars"
He
said:
" I
drink
a
bit"
He
shook
his
head
and
as
he
shook
his
head
I
heard
someone
ask
please
Hey!
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
Mister
Bojangles
Come
on
and
dance
Come
on
and
dance
Hey!
Come
on
and
dance.
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