I knew a man Bojangles and he’d dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe…
He’d jump so high, he’d jump so high, will he likely 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, laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance…
Dance, dance the night away.