Karaoké Mr. Bojangles Jerry Jeff Walker

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes

Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe

He jumped so high he jumped so high then he'd lightly touch down

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

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 he spoke right out

He talked of life

He talked of life

He laughed slapped his leg a step

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick across the cell

He grabbed his pants a better stance

Then he jumped so high he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh he let go a laugh

Shook back his clothes all around

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows

And county fairs throughout the South

He spoke with tears of fifteen years

How his dog and him traveled about

His dog up and died he up and died twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance

In honky-tonks for drinks and tips

But most of the time I spend behind these county bars 'cos I drinks a bit

He shook his head as he shook his head

I heard someone ask him please

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes

Silver hair and baggy pants and ragged shirt the old soft shoe

He jumped so high he jumped so high then he'd lightly touch down

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance