Mr. Bojangles - David Campbell

I knew a man Bojangles

And he’ll dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair and ragged shirt, 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

Traveling throughout the south

Spoke with tears for fifteen years

How his, how his dog and he

They would travel about

But his dog up and died

Got up and died

After twenty years he still grieves

He said 'I dance now

At every chance in honky-tonks

For my drinks and tips

But most the time I, I spend behind these country bars

You see son I drinks a bit'

Then he shook his head

Oh Lord, when he shook his head

I can swear I heard somebody saying please, please

That’s Mister Bojangles

Calling Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles, come back and dance and dance

And dance, please, dance

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles, come back and dance and dance

And dance, please, dance

Come back and dance again, Mister Bojangles