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Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Miscellaneous Mr. Bojangles I knew a man Bojangles and he danced 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, then he lightly touched down Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance! I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed a chair like Fred Astaire, then he jumped up high, he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog & he traveled about His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieved He said 'I dance now at ev'ry chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips But most of 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 'Please?' |
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