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Paroles : Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man
"Bojangles" and
He'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair
A ragged shirt
And baggy pants
The old Soft Shoe

He jumped so high
Jumped so high
The he'd lightly touch down

I met him in
A cell in New Orleans
I was
Down and out
He looked at me
To be
The eyes of age
As he spoke right out

He talked of life
He talked of life
He laughed and slapped his leg a step
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He said his name
"Bojangles" then
He danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants
A better stance
Oh, how he jumped
And he clicked his heels

He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

He's danced for those
At minstrel shows
And county fairs
Throughout the South
He spoke with tears
Of fifteen years
How his dog and he
Travelled about
But then his dog, his dog up and died
He just up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance

He said, "I dance
Now at every chance
In honky-tonks
For drinks and tips
But most of the time
I spend behind
These county bars"
He said, "I drinks a bit"

He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask, "Please?
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance"

Dance