Sammy Davis Jr. - Mr. Bojangles lyrics

*Whistling*

I knew a man,
Bojangles,
and he would dance for you
in worn out shoes,
with silver hair,
a ragged shirt,
and baggy pants.
He´d do the old soft shoe.
He could jump so high,
jump so high,
and then he would lightly touch down.

I met him in a cell
in New Orleans, I was,
down & out.
He looked to me to be the very eyes of age
as the smoke ran out,
talked of life, lord that man talked of life,
laughed, clicked his heels & stepped.

He said his name was "Bojangles"
and he danced a lick
right across the cell.
He grabbed his pants,
took a bitter stance,
jumped up high.
That is when he
clicked his heels.
Then he let go a laugh,
lord, he would let go a laugh,
shook back his clothes all around.

Mr. Bojangles.
Mr. Bojangles.
Mr. Bojangles
dance.

He told me of the times
he worked with minstrel shows,
through out The South.
He spoke with tears
of fifteen yeahrs
how his dog & he,
they travel all about.
the dog up & died,
dog up & died,
and after twenty yeahrs he still greived.

He said "I dance
now & every chance a
honkey-tonk,
for drinks & tips.
But most of the time
I spend behind these country bars,
you see son, I drinks a bit."
he shook his head.
as he shook his head,
I heard someone
say please, please, please.

A-Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance.

*Whistle*

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