Mr. Bo Jangles

I met a man Bojangles and he danced
For you in worn out shoes
He had silver hair and ragged
Shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high then
He'd lightly touch down
I met the man down in New Orleans
I was down and out
He seemed to me to be the eyes
Of sage as he spoke right out
He talked of life, yes, he talked of life
Laughed clicked his heels in step
He said the name's Bojangles then he
Danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants in favorite stance
And jumped so high and he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh ha ha he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr bojangles, Mr bojangles
Mr bojangles come on dance

He worked for those at country shows
And county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen
Years when his dog and him traveled about
His dog up and died I don't know just up
And died after twenty years he still grieves
He said now I dance at every chance in them
Honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend
Behind the county bars cause I drink so bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please