Mr. Bojangles Songtext
von Kristofer Åström & Hidden Truck

I knew a man Bojangles and he′d dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And then he lightly touched 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 he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, slipped his leg a step
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come on dance
He said his name "Bojangles" and then he danced a lick
Across the cell


He grabbed his pants for a better stance, then he jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
Haha, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come on dance
He danced for those minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled 'bout
His dog up and died
His dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves
Said "Now I dance at every chance, them honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
For I drinks a bit"
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come on dance
Come on dance
Come on dance
Come on dance