Artist: Old Blue
Song: Mr. Bojangels
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MR. BOJANGLES
(Jerry Jeff Walker)

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He did the old soft shoe

He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched 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 his spoke right out

We talked of life
Talked of life
He laughed and slapped his leg instead

He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
Then he jumped so high
And he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh
Let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke in tears of fifteen years
Of how his dog and him
Had travelled about

But his dog up and died
Up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in honkytonks
For drinks and 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 just had to ask him please - please

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
Dance
Please Dance