There was a man called Jangles,
and he danced for you
In worn out shoes,
with silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He could jump so high,
he could jump so high
Then he'd lightly touch down He talked
about the time he was in the minstrel
shows
Travelling throughout the South
He spoke with tears of fifteen years Of how his dog and he,
they would travel all about
Then his dog up and died,
Lord his dog up and died
And after twenty years he's still green He said,
I dance when I gets the chance
In the honky-tonks
Just for my drinks and my tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
You see son,
I drink a little bit
Then he shook his head, Lord,
when he shook his head
I could swear I heard somebody cry Please,
please,
please
That's Mr. Bojangles Yes,
that's Mr. Bojangles
Please,
Mr. Bojangles Come back and dance,
dance,
dance
Won't you dance for me,
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles Please, Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance,
dance,
dance Won't you dance for me