Mr Bojangles Songtext
von Adam Harvey

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
And then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
So down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of his life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels, in step


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

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come on and dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
And spoke with tears of fifteen years, how his dog and him
Just travelled about
His dog up and died
Yeah, up and died
After 20 years he still grieves

He said, "I dance at every chance and honky-tonks
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 heard someone ask him, please


Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come on and dance
Come on and dance