Mr. Bojangles Songtext
von Ray Quinn

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he′d dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
And he would jump so high, jump so high
And then he'd lightly touch down
He told me of a time when he worked with, with minstrel shows
Traveling throughout the South
He spoke with tears for fifteen years of his dog and he
They would travel about
Then his dog up and died, got up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves
He said, "I dance now and every chance in honky tonks For my drinks and tips
But most of the time I, I spend behind these, these old county bars
You see son, I, well I drinks a bit"
Then he shook his head, oh Lord, when he shook his head
I swear I heard somebody say "please, please"
That′s Mr. Bojangles, they call him Mr. Bojangles
Yes, that's Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance, please dance
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
I said, Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance, please dance
Come back and dance again, Mr. Bojangles