I knew a man who jangles

And he'll dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants

He would do the old soft shoe

He would jump so high

Jump so high

Then he lightly touched down



Told me of the time

He worked with, with minstrel shows

Travelling troughout the south

He spoke with tears for fifteen years

How his, how his dog and he

They would travel about

But his dog up and died

Got up and died

An after twenty years, he still grieves



He said 

I dance now

every chance in honky tonks

for my drinks and tips

but most the time I, I spend behind these county bars

You see son I, I drinks a bit

And then he shook his head

Oh Lord, when he shook his head

I can swear I heard somebody saying please, please



A Mister Bojangles

A Mister Bojangles

A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance and dance

and dance, please dance



A Mister Bojangles

A Mister Bojangles

A Mister Bojangles, come back and dance!