I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
in worn-out shoes
Silver hair and ragged shirts and baggy pants
The old soft shoes

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 he spoke right out

He talked of life, talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg and stepped

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick
across the cell
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
Shook back his clothes all around

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 the dog and him
had traveled about

His dog up and died, up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky-tonk
for drinks and tips
But most time I spent behind these county bars
'Cause I drink a bit ."

He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him “Please, please,

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance