Robbie Williams – Mr. Bojangles
I knew a man BojanglesAnd he’ll dance for youIn worn out shoesWith silver hair, a ragged shirtAnd baggy pantsHe would do the old soft shoeHe would jump so highJump so highThen he’d lightly touch down
Told me of the time he worked withWith Minstrel showsTravelling throughout the southSpoke with tears for fifteen yearsHow his, how his dog and heThey would travel aboutBut his dog up and diedGot up and diedAfter twenty years he still grieves
He said, «I dance now atEvery chance in the Honky TonksFor my drinks and tipsBut most the time II spend behind these county barsYou see son I drinks a bit»Then he shook his headOh Lord, when he shook his headI could swear I heard someone say please, please
That’s Mister BojanglesCalling Mister BojanglesMister Bojangles, come backAnd dance and dance and dance, please, dance
Mister BojanglesMister BojanglesMister Bojangles, come backAnd dance and dance and dance, please, dance
Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles








