Thomas Lilleøre - Mr. Bojangles Lyrics

I knew a man Bojangles
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'd lightly touch down
Told me of the time he worked with
With Minstrel shows
Travelling throughout the south
Spoke with tears for 15 years
How his, how his dog and he
They would travel about
But his dog up and died
Got up and died
After 20 years he still grieves
He said, "I dance now at every chance in the honky tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most of the time I
I spend behind these county bars
You see son, I drinks a bit"
Then he shook his head
Oh Lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I heard someone say please, please
That's Mr. Bojangles
Calling Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back
And dance and dance and dance, please, dance
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back
And dance and dance and dance, please, dance
Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles