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I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
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In worn out shoes
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Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
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He did the old soft shoe
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He jumped so high he jumped so high
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Then he'd lightly touch down
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I met him in a cell in New Orleans
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I was down and out
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He looked to me to be the eyes of age
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As he spoke right out
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He talked of life he talked of life
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He laughed slapped his leg a step
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He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick, across the cell
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He grabbed his pants a better stance then he jumped so high
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He clicked his heels
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He let go a laugh oh he let go a laugh
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Shook back his clothes all around
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He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs, throughout
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the South
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He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him, traveled
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about
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His dog up and died he up and died
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After twenty years he still grieves
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He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks, for drinks and
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tips
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But most o' the time I spend behind these county bars
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Hell I drinks a bit
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He shook his head and as he shook his head
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I heard someone ask him please
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