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Knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
              A
In worn out shoes.
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Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants.
               A   G
The old soft shoe.
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He jumped so high, he jumps so high.
           E             A    F#  Bm
Then he'd lightly touch down.          
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Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles dance.

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Met him in a cell, in New Orleans it was.
         A
Down and out.
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He looked to me to be the eyes of age   as he,
               A   G
he spoke right out.
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He talked about life, he talked of life.
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He laughed, slapped his leg instead.

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He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick
            A
Across the cell.
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He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high.
                A    G
He clicked his heels.
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He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh.
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Shook his clothes all around.
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Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles dance.

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He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
                A
Throughout the South.
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And he spoken in tears of 15 years how it's dogging him.
              A      G
They traveled about.
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The dog up and died he up and died
       E                  A    
after 20 years he still grieves.

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He said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks
                A
For drinks and tips.
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But most the time I spend behind these county bars.
                A       G
'Cause I drink a bit.
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And he shook his head now,    he shook his head.
       E                  A    F#  Bm
And I heard someone ask please
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Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles,    Mr. Bojangles dance.