Mr Bojangles (Live At Knebworth)

I knew a man Bojangles and
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 a time he worked with
With minstrel shows
Travelling 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
Oh up and died
And after twenty years
He still grieves

He said “I dance now at every
Chance and honky tonk
For my drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend
Behind these county bars
You see son I, I drinks a bit”
Then he shook his head
Oh Lord when he shook his head
I could swear I heard somebody
Say “Please, please!”

That’s Mr Bojangles
They call him Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance,
And dance, please dance
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Come back and dance, and dance
And dance, please dance
Come back again and dance
Please Bojangles