Jerry Jeff Walker | Live op Farm Aid | 1986
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He lightly slapped his leg instead
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
He jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of fifteen years
How his dog and him
They travelled about
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit
I heard someone ask please
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles




