| I met a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
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| He had silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
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| He jumped so high, he jumped so high then he’d lightly touch down
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| I met the man down in New Orleans, I was down and out
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| He seemed to me to be the eyes of sage as he spoke right out
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| He talked of life, yes, he talked of life, laughed, clicked his heels in step.
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| He said the name’s Bojangles then he danced a lick across the cell
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| He grabbed his pants in favorite stance and jumped so high and he clicked his
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| heels
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| He let go a laugh ha ha he let go a laugh shook back his clothes all around.
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| Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance/
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| He worked for those at country shows and county fairs throughout the south
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| He spoke with tears of fifteen years when his dog and him traveled about
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| His dog up and died I don’t know just up and died after twenty years
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| He still grieves.
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| He said now I dance at every chance in them honky tonks for drinks and tips
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| But most the time I spend behind the county bars cause I drink so bit
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| He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask please.
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| Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles come on dance… |