Karaoké Mr. Bojangles Sammy Davis Jr.

I knew a man

Bojangles and

He danced for you in worn out shoes

With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants he would do the old soft shoe

He could jump so high jump so high

And then he'd lightly touch down

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

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

Talked of life

Lord he talked of life ah ah ah laughed slapped his leg and stepped

He said his name was

Bojangles and he danced a lick right across the cell

He grabbed his pants took a bitter stance jumped up high

That's when he clicked his heels

Then he let go a laugh

Lord he'd let go a laugh

Shook back his clothes all around

That was Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Lord he could dance

He told me of the times he worked for minstrel shows

Travelling through out the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years

How his dog and he they just travel about

But his dog up and died dog up and died

And after twenty years he still greived

He said I danced now and every chance and honkey-tonks

For my drinks and tips

But most the time

I spend behind these country bars

You see son I

I drinks a bit

Then he shook his head

Lord, when he shook his head

I could swear

I heard someone

Say please

Mister Bojangles

Oh Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Come back and dance dance dance dance, dance

Oh Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles dance

Why can't you come back and dance?

Please Bojangles

Mmm mmm dance again Bojangles