Bob Dylan - Mr. Bojangles Lyrics
i knew a man bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoesSilver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoeHe'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down ?Mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, dance.I met him in a cell in new orleans, i was down and outHe looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right outHe talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg staleMr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, dance.He said the name bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cellHe grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and heClicked up his heelsHe let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all aroundMr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, dance, yeah, dance.He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the southHe spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him just travelled aboutHid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grievesMr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, dance.He said "i dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tipsBut most of the time i spend behind these county bars, cause i drinks a bit"He shook his head, yes he shook his head, i heard someone ask him, òplease?Mr. bojangles, mr. bojangles, dance, dance, mr bojangles, dance.
