Текст песни Mr. Bojangles - Remastered - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
Down and out
He looked to be the eyes of age
As spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed, clicked his hills and step

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants like Fred Astaire, for he jumped up high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangle
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog & he
Traveled about
The dog up and died, up and died
After 20 years he still grieved

He said 'I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time he spend behind his county bars
Cause he said 'I drinks a bit'
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask 'Please?'

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles dance