Paroles de Mr Bojangles
Sammy Davis Jr.27386
*whistling*
I knew a man,
Bojangles,
And he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes,
With silver hair, a ragged shirt,
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He could jump so high,
And then he'd lightly touch down.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, i was,
While I was down and out,
He looked to me to be the very eyes of age, as he spoke
Right out, talked of life, Lord that man talked of life,
Laughed, slapped his leg and stepped.
He said his name was "Bojangles"
And he danced a lick right across the cell
He grabbed hia pants, took a bitter stance, jumped up high
That's when he clicked his heels
Then he let go laugh, Lord he let go laugh, shook back his
Clothes all aroud
That was Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Lord, he could dance
He told me of the timea, he worked with minstrel shows,
Travelling around the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he,
They used to travel all about
But his dog up and died, dog up and died
And after twenty years he still grieved.
He said "I dance now and every chance a honky-tonk, for my
Drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, you
See son, I drinks a bit."
Then he shook his head
Lord, when he shook his head,
I could swear I heard someone say please
Mr. Bojangles
A-Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Come back and dance, please dance
Come on and dance now
A-Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance
Come back and dance, Mr. Bojangles...
*whistle*
InterprèteSammy Davis Jr.
LabelFTS
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