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MR BOJANGLES (Jerry Jeff Walker) I knew a man Bojangles & he danced for you in worn out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt & baggy pants, the old soft shoe He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he lightly touched down Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance! I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down & out He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell He grabbed a chair like Fred Astaire, then he jumped up high, he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around He danced for those at minstrel shows & county fairs throughout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog & he traveled about His dog up & died, up & died, after 20 years he still grieved He said 'I dance now at ev'ry chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars he said 'I drinks a bit' He shook his head & as he shook his head I heard someone ask "Please:' Copyright Cotillion Music, Inc. and Danel Music, Inc. @dance filename[ BOJANGL SS |
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