Mr. Bojangles
Written by Jerry Jeff Walker
Recorded by Frank McKinnon
LYRICS
I knew a man named 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 lightly touched down. Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
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. Oh, he talked of life. He laughed and clicked his heels and stepped. Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said, "My name's Bojangles, and he danced a lick across the cell. He grabbed his pants a better stance, and jumbed up high. Then, he clicked his heels. He let go a laugh. Oh, 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 is dog and him traveled about. His dog up and died. Oh, he up and died. After twenty years, he still grieves. Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
He said, "I dance, now, at every chance at honky tonks for drinks and tips. But, most the time, I spend behind these county bars, "cause I drinks a bit." He shook his head. Oh, he shook his head. I heard someone ask, please: Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
MP3 Copy of Studio Recording
Recorded in 2022
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[MP3 Copy of Studio Recording]
Frank McKinnon:
Vocals
Guitar
Bass Guitar
Percussion
