Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles And he'd dance for you In worn out shoes With silver hair a ragged shirt And baggy pants He would do the old soft shoe He would jump so high Jump so high Then he lightly touch down He told me of the time he worked with Minstrel shows travelling Throughout the south He spoke with tears of fifteen years How his dog and he They would travel about. But his dog up and died He up and died And after twenty years he still grieved He said "I dance now At every chance in the Honky Tonks For my drinks and tips But most the time I spend Behind these country bars You see on I drinks a bit" Then he shook his head Oh lord when he shook his head I could swear I heard someone say please Mister Bojangles Call him Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles come back and dance please Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles