By Jerry Jeff Walker
Performed by Harry Nilsson on the RCA album "Harry"
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes.
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe.
He jumped so high, jumped so high then he lightly touched down.
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.
He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance oh he jumped so high and clicked his heels
He'd let go a laugh, let go a laugh - shook back his clothes all around.
Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles dance.
He danced for those of minstrel shows and county fairs
throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years of how his dog an him
Had traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died - after twenty years he still greives
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask 'Please"
Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles Dance.
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