With silver hair and ragged shirt baggy pants
He will do the old soft shoe
That he lightly touched down
He worked with, with minstrel shows
Travelling troughout the south
He spoke with tears for fifteen years
How his how his dog and him
After twenty years he still grieves
at every chance in honky tonks
but most the time I, I spend behind these country bars
Oh Lord, when he shook his head
I can swear I heard somebody saying please, please
Mister Bojangles come back and dance and dance and dance pleasedance
Mister Bojangles come back and and dance and dance and danceplease dance
Come back and dance mister Bojangles