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More Great Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Vol. 2 (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Twenty Years of Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Twenty Years of Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · More Great Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Vol. 2 (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [1992 CEMA] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [CMCapNash] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [1994 CEMA] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · An Introduction to the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [Collectables] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [Curb] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) – and 90 other albums »


Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!

	
 	
 	
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was formed early 1966 with roots in folk and country
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!

	
 	
 	
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was formed early 1966 with roots in folk and country
Thump thump
When you do it in the city they go bump bump bump
So throw up your hands and jump jump jump
The real nitty gritty
The country or the city
Innocent
Don't know if we're bless or curse
But I'm prepared for the best or the worse
I'll be there till you ride in the hurst
Trough the nitty gritty right
I'm cool
Everything I do is with an attitude
I'm whatever it takes to get over

I can be Miss A-ditty
Or I can be nitty gritty
It all depends on what I
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyeball stuck to the wall
Right next to my splattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains all
right through it [SCRATCHING]

Chitty chitty bang bang chitty bang chitty
I kick the nitty gritty
For the people in the city
Here's somethin' that ya
eses in them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call
hard-headed motherfucker 

Come on daddy? 
I didn't mean nothing by it 
But when it come to... Fucking with you MC's
an eye, when I bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die

We just boogy, advance
The rubber band