Mr. Bojangles Songtext
von Sammi Smith

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
And he jumped so high, he jumped so high
And then he'd lightly touch down

Met him in a cell in New Orleans, it was
Down and out
He looked at me to be the eyes of age
And he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed and slapped his leg a step


Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

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

He said "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and for tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
′Cause 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
Won't you dance