BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER

MR. BOJANGLES

By: the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you,
in worn out shoes.
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
the old soft shoe.
He jumped so high, jumped so high,
then he lightly touched down.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was,
down and out.
He looked to me to be the eyes of age,
as the smoke ran out.
He talked of life, talked of life.
Laughed, clicked his heels in step.

Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Dance!

He said his name Bojangles and danced a lick,
accross the cell.
He grabbed his pants, a better stance, then jumped so high,
and then he clicked his heels.
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh.
Shook back his clothes all around.

Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Dance!

Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Go on and Dance!