Lirik Lagu Mr. Bojangles - Ray Quinn
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*Whistling*
I knew a man,Bojangles,and he'd dance for youin worn out shoes,with silver hair,a ragged shirt,and baggy pants.He would do the old soft shoe.He could jump so high,jump so high,and then he'd lightly touch down.
I met him in a cellin New Orleans, I was,down and out.He looked to me to be the very eyes of ageas the smoke ran out,talked of life, lord that man talked of life,laughed, clicked his heels and stepped.
He said his name was "Bojangles"and he danced a lickright across the cell.He grabbed his pants,took a bitter stance,jumped up high.That's when heclicked his heels.Then he let go a laugh,lord, he'd let go a laugh,shook back his clothes all around.
Mr. Bojangles.Mr. Bojangles.Mr. Bojanglesdance.
He told me of the timeshe worked with minstrel shows,through out The South.He spoke with tearsof fifteen yearshow his dog and he,they travel all about.the dog up and died,dog up and died,and after twenty years he still greived.
He said "I dancenow and every chance ahonkey-tonk,for drinks and tips.But most of the timeI spend behind these country bars,you see son, I drinks a bit."he shook his head.as he shook his head,I heard someonesay please, please, please.
A-Mr. Bojangles,Mr. Bojangles,Mr. Bojangles,dance.
*Whistle*
I knew a man,Bojangles,and he'd dance for youin worn out shoes,with silver hair,a ragged shirt,and baggy pants.He would do the old soft shoe.He could jump so high,jump so high,and then he'd lightly touch down.
I met him in a cellin New Orleans, I was,down and out.He looked to me to be the very eyes of ageas the smoke ran out,talked of life, lord that man talked of life,laughed, clicked his heels and stepped.
He said his name was "Bojangles"and he danced a lickright across the cell.He grabbed his pants,took a bitter stance,jumped up high.That's when heclicked his heels.Then he let go a laugh,lord, he'd let go a laugh,shook back his clothes all around.
Mr. Bojangles.Mr. Bojangles.Mr. Bojanglesdance.
He told me of the timeshe worked with minstrel shows,through out The South.He spoke with tearsof fifteen yearshow his dog and he,they travel all about.the dog up and died,dog up and died,and after twenty years he still greived.
He said "I dancenow and every chance ahonkey-tonk,for drinks and tips.But most of the timeI spend behind these country bars,you see son, I drinks a bit."he shook his head.as he shook his head,I heard someonesay please, please, please.
A-Mr. Bojangles,Mr. Bojangles,Mr. Bojangles,dance.
*Whistle*
