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 sp high

Then he'd lightly touch 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, clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick

Across the cell

He grabbed his pants, a better stance

Oh, he jumped so high

Then he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh

He let go a laugh

Pushed back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Dance

He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs

Throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him

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

He said I drinks a bit

He shook his head

And as he shook his head

I heard someone ask him please

Please

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Dance