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Sammy Davis Jnr. - Mr. Bojangles I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes. With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe. He jumped so high jumped so high then he lightly touched down. Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister bojangles come back and dance. I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was down and out. he looked at me to be the very eyes of age as he spoke right out. He talked of life talked of life he laughed slapped his leg a step. Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister bojangles come back and dance. He said his name Bojangles then he danced a lick across the cell. He grabbed his pants a better stance oh he jumped up high. He clicked his heels. He let go a laugh let go a laugh. Shook back his clothes all around. Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister bojangles come back and dance. |
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