Karaoké Mr. Bojangles Neil Diamond

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 jumped so high then he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans he was down and out

He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out

He talked of life, talked of life he laughed, slapped his leg and stepped

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick

Across the cell

He grabbed his pants a better stance and jumped so high

Clicked his heels

He let go a laugh let go a laugh

Shook back his clothes all around

He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he

And traveled about

His dog up and died he up and died

After twenty years he still grieves

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

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

'Cos 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 go on and dance

Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

Lah lah lah lah lah lah ah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

Lah lah lah lah lah lah