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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
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#996642 added October 31, 2020 at 11:39pm
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Resurrection #15 Mr Bojangles (Jerry Jeff Walker)


Jerry Jeff Walker (born Ronald Clyde Crosby; March 16, 1942 – October 23, 2020) was an American country music singer and songwriter. He was a leading figure in the outlaw country music movement. He was best known for having written the 1968 song "Mr. Bojangles".[3]



LYRICS

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance

I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life
He talked of life
He lightly slapped his leg instead
He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick

Across the cell
He grabbed his pants for a better stance
He jumped so high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh
He
let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes
all around
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Dance

We danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
We spoke in tears of
fifteen years
How his dog and him
They
travelled about
His dog up and died
He up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
They said
I dance now at every chance and honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend
behind these county bars
Cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles

Dance
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles
Mr Bojangles


REDACTED

I knew a man
in worn out shoes,
a ragged shirt and baggy pants.

I met him in a cell
I was down and out
The eyes of age
spoke right out.

He talked of life
across the cell
let go a laugh.

All around
we danced county fairs
throughout fifteen years
travelled about.

I dance now at every chance
for drinks and tips
behind these county bars
cause I drinks a bit.

I heard someone ask,
please dance.





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