A new man bow-jangles and he'd dance for you
In worn
out shoes
With silver hair,
a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old South Jew He jumped so high,
jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
He said his name is bow-jangles and he'd dance
the bend
Across the South
He grabbed his pants up in a stance and he jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go and laughed,
let go and laughed
He stood up and shook his clothes all around
Mr. Bow-jangles
Mr. Bow-jangles
Mr. Bow-jangles
Dance
He'd dance with those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South
He spoke of fears and fifteen years I was
dogging him Traveled about
The dog often died He'd just often die
After twenty years he still
breathes Mr. Bow-jangles
Mr. Bow-jangles Mr. Bow-jangles
Dance He said I'd dance now every chance in honky-tonks
With drinks and tears
But most of the time I spend behind these county
bars
He said I'd drink the beer
He shook his head and as he shook his
head I heard someone respectfully ask