Mr. Bojangles Bob Dylan

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
Then he'd lightly 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

He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
All across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
Oh, he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels

He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Dance, yeah, dance