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.

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Mr. Bojangles Lyrics

Ray Quinn – Mr. Bojangles Lyrics

Songwriters: WALKER, JERRY JEFF
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