I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoes
Then he jump so high
Jump so high
And then he'd lightly touch down
Het old me of a town he worked with minstrel shows
Traveled throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he
Traveled about
But he dog up and died
Oh dog up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
He said now I dance when I now at the honky tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind those county bars
You see son I drink a bit
Then he shook his head
Oh lord
And then he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance
And dance
And dance for me Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance
And dance
And dance for me Mr. Bojangles
Wont you please come back and dance for me
Oh, oh