Karaoké Mr. Bojangles Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

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

With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe

He jumped so high 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 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 a better stance

Oh he jumped so high and then 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 through tears of fifteen years how his dog and him traveled about

The dog up and died he up and died

And after twenty years he still grieves

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 him please, please

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

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