'I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you, in worn out shoes.
Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe.
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch 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, he talked of life, laughed, clicked his heels and said -

He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick across the cell.
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels.

He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh; shook back his clothes all around.
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs, throughout the South.
He spoke with tears, of 15 years, of how his dog and him travelled about.
The dog up and died, he up and died -
After 20 years he still grieves.

He said, "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks, for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, 'cause I drinks a bit"
He shook his head and as he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, "Please, please ...
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles ... dance."'

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