Текст песни Mr. Bojangles - David Bromberg
I
knew
a
man
Bojangles
an'
he'd
dance
for
you
in
worn
out
shoes
Silver
hair,
ragged
shirt
an'
boggy
pants,
that
old
soft
shoes
He'd
jump
so
high,
he'd
jump
so
high,
then
he
lightly
touched
down
Mr.
Bojangles,
Mr.
Bojangles,
Mr.
Bojangledance.
I
met
him
in
a
cell
in
New
Orleans,
i
was
down
an'
out
He
looked
to
me
to
be
the
eyes
of
age
as
he
spoke
right
out
He
talked
of
life,
he
talked
of
life
laughin'
slapped
his
leg
stale
He
said
the
name
Bojangles
an'
he
danced
a
lick
all
across
the
cell
He
grabbed
his
pants
for
a
better
stance,
oh
he
jumped
so
high
an'
he
clicked
up
his
heels
He
let
go
laugh,
he
let
go
laugh,
shook
back
his
clothes
all
around
Mr.
Bojangles,
Mr.
Bojangles
dance,
yeah
dance.
He
danced
for
those
at
minstrel
shows
an'
county
fairs
throughout
the
south
He
spoke
with
tears
of
fifteen
years
of
how
his
dog
an'
him
but
just
travelled
all
about
His
dog
up
an'
died,
he
up
an'
died,
an'
after
twenty
years
he
still
grieves
He
said:
"I
dance
now
at
every
chance
at
honkytonks
for
drinks
an'
tips
But
most
of
the
time
i
spend
behind
those
county
bars
cause
i
drink
so
bit"
He
shook
his
head
an'
he
shook
his
head,
i
heard
somemone
ask
him
"Please
Mr.
Bojangles,
Mr.
Bojangles,
dance,
dance,
Mr.
Bojangles
dance"
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