| I knew a man Bojangles |
| Always danced with worn out shoes |
| The silver hair, a ragged shirt |
| And bare ragged paints |
| The old soft shoe |
| He jumps so high |
| He jumps so high and |
| Then he lightly touches down |
| i met him in a New orleans caf |
| He was down and out |
| 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, jumped so high, then he lightly touched down. |
| I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was |
| so down and out. |
| He looked at me to be the eyes of age, |
| as he spoke right out. |
| He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead. |
| Mister Bojangles |
| Mister Bojangles |
| Mister Bojangles, |
| dance! |
| He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs |
| throughout the South. |
| He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he traveled about. |
| His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved. |
| He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks |