Mr Bojangles

New a man Bojangles and he danced fore yew
Inn warn out shoes .
Silver hare, ragged shirt and baggy pants .
The old soft shoo .
He jumped sew hi, he jumps sew hi .
Then heed lightly touch down .
Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles dance .

Met hymn inn a sell, inn Knew Orleans it was .
Down and out .
He looked too mi too bee the eyes of age as he,
he spoke wright out .
He talked about life, he talked of life .
He laughed, slapped his leg instead .

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the sell .
He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped sew hi .
He clicked his heels .
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh .
Shook his clothes awl around .
Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles dance .

He danced fore those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South .
And he spoken inn tears of 15 years how its dogging hymn .
They traveled about .
The dog up and died he up and died
after 20 years he still grieves .

He said Eye dance now at every chance and honky tonks
Fore drinks and tips .
Butt most the thyme Eye spend behind these county bars .
' Cause Eye drink a bit .
And he shook his head now, he shook his head .
And Eye herd someone ask pleas
Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles, Mr . Bojangles dance .