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Dr. Mr Fantasy

CubsloverCubslover Member Posts: 18,601 ✭✭
edited January 2007 in General Discussion
Play us a tune
Something to make us all happy

Do anything to take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
Half of the lives they tell about me aren't true.

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  • He DogHe Dog Member Posts: 50,947 ✭✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance 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

    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, 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 and spread his stance,
    Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
    He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
    and shook back his clothes all around

    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles, dance

    He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
    throughout the south
    He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him
    traveled about
    The dog up and died, he up and died
    And after 20 years he still grieves

    He said I dance now at every chance in 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 him please

    Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
    Mr. Bojangles, dance..
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