Mr Bojangles by Jerry Jeff Walker lyrics and chords

“MR BOJANGLES as performed by Jerry Jeff Walker

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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.