Mr Bojangles Testo

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe

He jumps so high
He jumps sp high
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in
New Orleans
I was down and out
He looked at me
To be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed [?]

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He danced for those
At minstrel shows
And county fairs
Throughout the South
He spoke with tears Of fifteen years
How his dog and him
Traveled above

His dog up and died
He [?] up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said "I dance
"Now at every chance
"In honky-tonks
"For drinks and tips
"But most of the time
"I spend behind
"These county bars
"'And I drink a bit"

He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask, "Please?

"Mr. Bojangles
"Mr. Bojangles
"Mr. Bojangles
"Dance"