v.1
^CI knew a man Bojangles and he'd ^Amdance for you
^FIn worn out ^Gshoes
^CSilver hair, ragged shirt and ^Ambaggy pants
^FThe old soft ^Gshoe
^FHe jumped so ^Chigh, he jumped so ^Amhigh
^DThen he'd lightly touch ^Gdown
v.2
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'd laugh, slap his leg an step
v.3
He said his name Bojangles an he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high
He clicked his heels
Then he let go a laugh, let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Chorus
^AmMr Bo^Gjangles, ^AmMr Bo^Gjangles
^AmMr Bo^Gjangles, ^Cdance
v.4
He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke in tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Travelled about
His dog up and died, it up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
v.5
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most my time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, as he shook his head
I heard someone say "Please...

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