Mr Bojangles - Tom T. Hall

I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes

He had silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe

He jumped so high, he jumped so high then he’d lightly touch down

I met the man down in New Orleans, I was down and out

He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage as he spoke right out

He talked of life, yes, he talked of life, laughed, clicked his heels in step.

He said the name’s Bojangles then he danced a lick across the cell

He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high and he clicked his

heels

He let go a laugh ha ha he let go a laugh shook back his clothes all around.

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance/

He worked for those at country shows and county fairs throughout the south

He spoke with tears of fifteen years when his dog and him traveled about

His dog up and died I don’t know just up and died after twenty years

He still grieves.

He said now I dance at every chance in them honky tonks for drinks and tips

But most the time I spend behind the county bars cause I drink so bit

He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask please.

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance…