时间：2001-04-30
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Mr. Bojangles - Andy Blankenbuehler/Sergio Trujillo
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
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 me to be the eyes of
Age as spoke right out
He talked of life
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 pants of better stants
Oh we jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles dance
La dee da da
Dee da da
La dee da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
He danced for those at minstrel shows
And county fairs throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and he traveled about
His dog up and died
Her up and died
After 20 years he still grieved
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"
"Please"
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles dance
Dee da da
Dee da da da da
Da da da da da
Dance dance dance
