Houston Whitney Mr Bojangles (by Sammy Davis Jr) Lyrics

Mr Bojangles (by Sammy Davis Jr) Lyrics

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

 With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe 

 He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he lightly touched down 

 

 Mr. Bojangles, 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, he laughed, slapped his leg a step 

 

 He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell 

 He grabbed his pants a better stance, oh, he jumped up high, he clicked his
heels 

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

 

 He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs - throughout the South


 He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he traveled about 

 His dog up and died, he...after twenty years he still grieved 

 

 He said "I dance now at ev'ry chance in honky tonks for - drinks and tips 

 But most of the time I spend behind these county bars" - he said "I drinks a
bit" 

 He shook his head and as he... I heard someone ask "Please:"