Ray Quinn - Mr Bojangles текст песни

*Whistling*

I knew a man,
Bojangles,
and he'd dance for you
in worn out shoes,
with silver hair,
a ragged shirt,
and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He could jump so high,
jump so high,
and 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 very eyes of age
as the smoke ran out,
talked of life, lord that man talked of life,
laughed, clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name was "Bojangles"
and he danced a lick
right across the cell
He grabbed his pants,
took a bitter stance,
jumped up high
That's when he
clicked his heels
Then he let go a laugh,
lord, he'd let go a laugh,
shook back his clothes all around

Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
dance

He told me of the times
he worked with minstrel shows,
through out The South
He spoke with tears
of fifteen years
how his dog and he,
they travel all about
the dog up and died,
dog up and died,
and after twenty years he still greived

He said "I dance
now and every chance a
honkey-tonk,
for drinks and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind these country bars,
you see son, I drinks a bit"
he shook his head
as he shook his head,
I heard someone
say please, please, please

A-Mr Bojangles,
Mr Bojangles,
Mr Bojangles,
dance

*Whistle*