Mr Bojangles by Jerry Jeff Walker lyrics and chords

Mr Bojangles is one of the most popular songs of the time. Mr Bojangles lyrics were written by Jerry Jeff Walker. This song has sung by Jerry Jeff Walker

SingerJerry Jeff Walker
AlbumMr. Bojangles
Released1970
Tuning E A D G B E

Mr Bojangles by lyrics:

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
He jumped so high
Then he’d lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was

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Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick
Across the cell

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He grabbed his pants, a better stance
Oh, he jumped so high
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Pushed back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

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He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about
The dog up and died
He up and died

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After twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
He said I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head

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I heard someone ask him please
Please
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

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“MR BOJANGLES as performed by Jerry Jeff Walker

No Capo or Pick

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I knew a ma n Bojangles and he dance d for y ou, in w orn-out shoes.

W ith silver hai r a ragged shi rt and baggy pants, he did the old soft shoe.

He jumpe d so high, jum ped so high, then he lightly to uched down.

Mister Bo jangle s, Mister B ojangl es, Mister Bojangle s, dance.

I met him in a cell, I wa s in New Orl eans I was dow n and out.

H e looked at me to b e the eyes o f age as he spoke right out.

He talked of life, talked o f life, he laughed slapped his leg a step.

He said his na me, Bojangles, then he danc ed a li ck, acr oss the cell.

He grabbed his p ants for better sta nce, oh he ju mped up high. H e clicked his heels,

he let go a laug h, let go a laugh, sho ok back his clothes all around.

Mister B ojangles , Mister B ojangl es, Mister Bojangl es, dance.

He danced for th ose at minstrel shows and county f airs thr oughout the south.

He spoke with te ars of fifteen yea rs how his dog a nd he traveled about.

His dog up and died, up and d ied,

After twenty years he still grieved.

He said, “”I dance now at every chance in h onky t onks for drinks and tips.

But most of the time I spend be hind these co unty bar s””. He sa id, “”I drinks a bit.””

He shook his h ead and he s hook hi s head,

I heard someone ask him please,

Mister B ojangle s, Mister B ojangl es, Mister B ojangle s, dance.

Mister B ojangle s, Mister B ojangl es, Mister Bojangle s, dance.

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