SongtexteMr. Bojangles

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

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Letzte Aktualisierung am: 31. Juli 2022

I was borned in Coffmen county Texas at was in 11th of September eighteen and eightysix Come to California in nineteen six

I didn′t haft to go to world's war one or to old for world′s war two One good thing and was always been proud of I was the youngest in the family and the rest where all married and I taken good care of my mother and father as long as they lived There a fella up here at the post office one day he was a pettin' him I says to him that dog you have no idea how smart he is I just thought I'd tell ya You ain′t tellin′ me nothing, I know all about Kids would come here, we wanna here old Ted sing an them days I fooled with him more then I could just come inst this way I want you to sing now, do do do wooo Now I have to take the harp an make a sound before he'll sing Teddy come here come on, come on out from under there You know sit down, sit down Teddy Now here I want you to sing, sing these folks a song, sing thee old rugged Cross listen, cord with this now here Yo, doo, doo Sing, oohhh Woo, woo 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 lightly touched down 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 the smoke ran out He talked of life, he talked of life He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants an feathered stance, four, he jumped so high Then 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 He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs Through out the south He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him Traveled about The dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips But most of 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 him, please, Please Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance

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