4.Mr. Bojangles
Lyrics：Jerry Jeff Walker
Music：Jerry Jeff Walker
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
in worn out shoes.
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants,
that old soft shoe.
He jumped so high, he jumped so high,
then he'd lightly touch down.
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance!
I met him in a cell in New Orleans,
I was down and out.
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out.
He talked of life, he talked of life,
laughed and slapped his leg a step.
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance!
He said the name, Bojangles, and he danced a lick
all across the cell.
He grabbed his pants for a better stance,
oh, he jumped so high and clicked up his heels.
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
shook back his clothes all around.
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance!
Yeah, 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 him
had just traveled all about.
His dog up and died, he up and died,
and after 20 years he still grieves.
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance!
He said, 'I dance now at ev'ry chance in honky tonks
for drinks and tips.
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
'cause I drinks a bit.'
He shook his head and... and he shook his head.
I heard someone ask him, 'Please
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
dance!
Dance!
Mr. Bojangles, dance!'
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