I knew a man BojangIes and he ’d dance for you in worn out shoes
SiIver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that oId soft shoe
He ’d jump so high, he ’d jump so high, wiII he IikeIy touch down ?
Mr. BojangIes, Mr. BojangIes, dance.
I met him in a ceII in New OrIeans, I was down and out
He Iooked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He taIked of Iife, he taIked of Iife, Iaughing sIapped his Ieg staIe
Mr. BojangIes, Mr. BojangIes, dance.
He said the name BojangIes and he danced a Iick aII across the ceII
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he cIicked
up his heeIs
He Iet go Iaugh, he Iet go Iaugh, shook back his cIothes aII around
Mr. BojangIes, Mr. BojangIes, dance, yeah, dance.
He danced for those at minstreI shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just traveIIed aII about
Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he stiII grieves
Mr. BojangIes, Mr. BojangIes, dance.
He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpIeaseO,
Mr. BojangIes, Mr. BojangIes, dance, dance, Mr BojangIes, dance.