There was a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He could jump so high
He could jump so high
Then he'd lightly touch down
He talked about the time he was in the minstrel shows
Traveling throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
They would travel all about
Then his dog upped and died
Lord, his dog upped and died
And after twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance when I gets the chance in the honky-tonks
Just for my drinks and my tips
But most of time I spend behind these county bars
You see, son, I drinks a little bit
Then he shook his head, Lord
When he shook his head, I could swear I heard somebody cry
Please, please, please
That's Mister Bojangles
Yes, that's Mister Bojangles
Please, Mister Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance
Won't you dance for me
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Please, Mister Bojangles
Come back and dance, dance, dance
Won't you dance for me
