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
Then he lightly touched down
Told me of the time
He worked with, with minstrel shows
Travelling troughout the south
He spoke with tears for fifteen years
How his, how his dog and he
They would travel about
But his dog up and died
Got up and died
An after twenty years, he still grieves
He said
I dance now
every chance in honky tonks
for my drinks and tips
but most the time I, I spend behind these county bars
You see son I, I drinks a bit
And then he shook his head
Oh Lord, when he shook his head
I can swear I heard somebody saying please, please
A Mister Bojangles
A Mister Bojangles
A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance and dance
and dance, please dance
A Mister Bojangles
A Mister Bojangles
A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance!
I knew a man who jangles 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 Then he lightly touched down Told me of the time He worked with, with minstrel shows Travelling troughout the south He spoke with tears for fifteen years How his, how his dog and he They would travel about But his dog up and died Got up and died An after twenty years, he still grieves He said I dance now every chance in honky tonks for my drinks and tips but most the time I, I spend behind these county bars You see son I, I drinks a bit And then he shook his head Oh Lord, when he shook his head I can swear I heard somebody saying please, please A Mister Bojangles A Mister Bojangles A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance and dance and dance, please dance A Mister Bojangles A Mister Bojangles A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance! Explain Request ×
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