Mr. BO jangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance!
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out
He looked to be the eyes of age as spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step
He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed a chair like Fred Astaire , then he jumped up high, he clicked his
heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog & he traveled about
His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieved
He said I dance now at evry 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?