Mr Bojangles Songtext
von Jason Owen

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
Then he′d lightly touch down

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

Met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he, he spoke right out
He talked about life, he talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg and stepped


He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and took a stance
And he jumped so high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
Shook his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke in tears of fifteen years and how his dog and him
They traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years, he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit

And he shook his head now, he shook his head
And I heard someone ask, please

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Hey, Mr. Bojangles
Dance