Mr. Bojangles Songtext

von Harry Nilsson

I knew a man...Bojangles
And he'll dance for you
In worn out shoes

With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe

He would jump so high
Jump so high
Then he?d lightly touch down

He told me of the time
He worked with, with Minstrel shows
Travelling throughout the south

He spoke with tears for fifteen years
How his, how his dog and he
They would travel about

But his dog up and died
Got up and died
And after twenty years he still grieves

He said "I dance now
At every chance in honky tonks
For my drinks and tips

But most the time I spend
Behind these country bars
You see, son, I drink some bit"

Then he shook his head
Oh Lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I hear somebody saying:
Please, please

That's Mister Bojangles
Call him Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles come back and dance and dance, and dance, please dance

Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles come back and dance and dance, and dance, please dance

Come back and dance again Mister Bojangles