I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touch down

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

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

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
And dog up and died
Dog up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

And said now I dance at every chance in 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
Please

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

Dance