Mr. Bojangles - Bob Dylan
    I knew a man Bojangles an' he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
    Silver hair, ragged shirt an' boggy pants, that old soft shoes
    He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

    I met him in a cell in New Orleans, i was down an' out
    He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out
    He talked of life, he talked of life laughin' slapped his leg stale
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.

    He said the name Bojangles an' he danced a lick all across the cell
    He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high an' he clicked up his heels
    He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles dance, yeah dance.

    He danced for those at minstrel shows an' county fairs throughout the south
    He spoke with tears of fifteen years of how his dog an' him but just travelled all about
    His dog up an' died, he up an' died, an' after twenty years he still grieves
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance.
    He said he dance now at every chance at honkytonks for drinks an' tips
    But most of the time i spend behind those county bars cause i drink so bit
    He shook his head an' he shook his head, i heard somemone ask him `Please
    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr. Bojangles dance

    Marco Giunco
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