I knew a man Bojangles
And he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
He'd lightly touch down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
I met him in a park in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
And he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laugh-slapped his leg a step
He said my name's Bojangles
And he danced a lick across the grass
He grabbed his pants a better stance
He jumped so high, clicked his heels
And he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
He'd lightly touch down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
I met him in a park in New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
And he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laugh-slapped his leg a step
He said my name's Bojangles
And he danced a lick across the grass
He grabbed his pants a better stance
He jumped so high, clicked his heels
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