Lyrics:

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
He did the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
You know he jumped so high
And then he lightly touched down

Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
C'mon dance

I met him in a cell down in New Orleans, all right
I was down and out
He looked to me to be
The eyes of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life
Yes, he talked of life
He laughed and slapped his leg a step

He said the name Bojangles
And then he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance
Oh, he jumped up high, high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
You know he let go a laugh
He shook back his clothes all around

Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
C'mon dance

[Spoken by David Bromberg, 'This is really a true story, ya know. A lot of people had heard the song. And well, at least Jerry Jeff has told me it was a true story. I played guitar with Jerry Jeff Walker for about two years and we did this song every night for two years. And I never got tired of it. Jerry got a little tired of it. At night after the clubs closed we would do horrible things to it. It was a true story, he, this guy, Bojangles was a, he was a street dancer in New Orleans. What he do was go from bar to bar, and ah, he put-a, put money in the jukebox or get someone else to do it. And then he would either dance or pantomime the tune, right. And for that people would buy him drinks, get him pretty drunk, and then he would go onto the next bar and, the next one until it was closing time. And then he would do it the next night. And after a few night of this, he would end up on the corner and the cops would pick him up and take him to the drunk-tank; which is where Jerry Jeff met him. Ah, Jerry Jeff wasn't there on a research project, I... I mean the way I got that story, I, I may have that wrong, but the way I got that was he propositioned the right woman, at the right time, in the wrong place. And her husband, the bartender... ah, called the cops and they, ah, they took Jerry, ah, to the parish jail. And he, he and this guy just talked for three days in the cell about, you know about what he does.']

He said he danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him
Traveled about
His dog up and died
You know his dog up and died
After twenty years he still grieves

He said, I dance now at every chance in honky-tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time
I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please

Mister Bojangles

Mister Bojangles
C'mon

(Instrumental Interlude)

I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you, c'mon