I KNEW A MAN
BOJANGLES
AND HE'D DANCE
FOR YOU
IN WORN-OUT SHOES
SILVER HAIR
AND RAGGED SHIRT
AND BAGGY PANTS
THE OLD SOFT-SHOE
HE JUMPED SO HIGH
HE JUMPED SO HIGH
AND THEN HE'D LIGHTLY
TOUCH 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 THE SMOKE
RAN OUT
HE TALKED OF LIFE
HE TALKED OF LIFE
HE LAUGHED
CLICKED HIS HEELS
AND STEPPED
HE SAID HIS NAME
BOJANGLES
AND HE DANCED A LICK
ACROSS THE CELL
HE GRABBED HIS PANTS
IN FEATHERED STANCE
'FORE HE JUMPED
SO HIGH
AND 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
THROUGH TEARS
OF FIFTEEN YEARS
HOW HIS DOG AND HIM
TRAVELED ABOUT
THE 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 THE TIME
I SPEND BEHIND
THESE COUNTY BARS
'CAUSE I DRINKS 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
HMM