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Mr. Bojangles - Harry Nilsson
I knew a man
Bojangles
And he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes

With silver hair
A ragged shirt
And baggy pants

The old soft shoe

Jump so high

Jump so high

Then he'd lightly touch down

I met him in a cell
In New Orleans

I was down and out

He looked to me to be the very eyes of age

As he spoke right out

Talked of life talked of life

Laughed slapped his leg and stepped

He said the name Bojangles
And he danced a lick

Across the cell

Grabbed his pants
A better stance
And wow he jumped up high

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

He danced with those at minstrel
Shows county fairs

Throughout The South
He spoke with tears
Of fifteen years
Of how his dog and him

Had traveled about

His dog up and died

He up and died

After twenty years he still greives

He said I dance
Now and every chance at
Honkey-tonks

For drinks and tips

But most of time
I spend behind these country bars

Cause I drinks a bit

He shook his head
And as he shook his head

I heard someone ask please

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles

Dance