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.
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister bojangles come back and dance.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out.
he looked at me to be the very eyes of age
as he spoke right out.
He talked of life
talked of life
he laughed slapped his leg a step.
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister bojangles come back and dance.
He said his name
Bojangles
then he danced a lick across the cell.
He grabbed his pants a better stance
oh he jumped up high.
He clicked his heels.
He let go a laugh
let go a laugh.
Shook back his clothes all around.
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister bojangles come back and dance.