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
then he lightly touched down
i met him in a cell in new orleans i was down and out
he looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
he talked of life
talked of life
he laughed clicked his heels and stepped
he said his name bojangles" and he danced a lick across the cell