John Holt - Mr. Bojangles lyrics John Holt - Mr. Bojangles lyrics

John Holt

Mr. Bojangles lyrics

Mr. Bojangles Lyrics

John Holt

I knew a man Bojangles and he'll dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He would jump so high - jump so high
And then he lightly touch down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked at me to be the eye of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life
Laughing slapped his leg stale

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

He said his name Bojangles, then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
Oh, how he jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
Hook back his clothes all around

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and he
Travelled about
Hid dog up and died, dog up and died
After 15 years he still grieved

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

He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drink so bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask, please

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

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

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