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(Jerry Jeff Walker) |
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I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes |
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He had silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe |
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He jumped so high, he jumped so high then he'd lightly touch down |
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I met the man down in New Orleans, I was down and out |
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He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage as he spoke right out |
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He talked of life, yes, he talked of life, laughed, clicked his heels in step. |
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He said the name's Bojangles then he danced a lick across the cell |
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He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high and he clicked his heels |
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He let go a laugh ha ha he let go a laugh shook back his clothes all around. |
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Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance/ |
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He worked for those at country shows and county fairs throughout the south |
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He spoke with tears of fifteen years when his dog and him traveled about |
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His dog up and died I don't know just up and died after twenty years |
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He still grieves. |
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He said now I dance at every chance in them honky tonks for drinks and tips |
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But most the time I spend behind the county bars cause I drink so bit |
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He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask please. |
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Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance... |
