I knew a man Bojangles and he'll dance for you
in worn out shoes.
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
he would do the old soft shoe.
He would jump so high - jump so high, and then lightly touch down.

He told me of a time he worked with, With the Minstrel shows,
travelling throughout the south,
Spoke with tears for fifteen years how his, how his dog and him
they would travel about
But his dog up and died. Part of him 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 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 someone say please, please

That's Mister Bo-ojangles. Call him Mister Bo-ojangles.
Mister Bo-ojangles, come back and dance. And dance. And dance - Please dance

Mister Bo-ojang-gles, Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles, come back and dance. And dance. And dance. Please dance.

Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles.

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