Mr Bojangles Songtext
von Sandra Nkaké

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

Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance

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
Laughed and slapped his legs still

Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
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He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
All across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
Oh he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels
He let go laugh, he let go laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

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
Of how his dog and him
Just traveled all about
His dog up and died, he up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves

Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
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He said, I dance now at every chance
At honky tonks for drinks and tips
Oh, but most of the time I stand behind
This county bars, oh cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please


Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance