Текст песни Mr. Bojangles - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
I
knew
a
man,
Bojangles
and
he
dance
for
you
In
worn
out
shoes
With
silver
hair
and
ragged
shirt
and
baggy
pants
The
old
soft
shoe
He
jumped
so
high,
he
jumped
so
high
And
then
he
lightly
touched
down
I
met
him
in
a
cell
in
New
Orleans
I
was
down
and
out
He
looked
to
me
to
be
the
eyes
of
age
As
the
smoke
ran
out
He
talked
of
life,
he
talked
of
life,
he
laughed,
clicked
his
heels
and
stepped
He
said
his
name
Bojangles
and
he
danced
a
lick
Across
the
cell
He
grabbed
his
pants
and
feathered
stance
Oh
he
jumped
so
high
And
then
he
clicked
his
heels
He
let
go
a
laugh,
let
go
a
laugh
Shook
back
his
clothes
all
around
Mr.
Bojangles
Mr.
Bojangles
Mr.
Bojangles,
Dance
He
danced
for
those
at
minstrel
shows
and
county
fairs
Throughout
the
south
He
spoke
through
tears
of
15
years
how
his
dog
and
him
Traveled
about
The
dog
up
and
died,
he
up
and
died
After
20
years
he
still
grieves
He
said
I
dance
now
at
every
chance
in
honky
tonk
For
drinks
and
tips
But
most
the
time
I
spend
behind
these
county
bars
'Cause
I
drinks
a
bit
He
shook
head,
and
as
he
shook
head
I
heard
someone
ask
him
please
Please
Mr.
Bojangles
Mr.
Bojangles
Mr.
Bojangles,
Dance
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