This is a live performance, from the "Flip Wilson Show"
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. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was so down and out. He looked at me to be the eyes of age, as he spoke right out. He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels instead. Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, dance! He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South. He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he traveled about. His dog up and died, dog up and died, after twentyyears he still grieved. 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. He said, I drink a bit. He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask, please Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles Mister Bojangles, dance!
Edited by Karen Shelton - August 04 2015 at 6:24pm
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Posted: January 09 2008 at 9:06am
LOL...Jamaica ..now you are going to have to break that down. How in the name of anything holy, does this remind you of those two!!! OF ALL PEOPLE....LOL talk about loose association.... I said "WHAT" out loud...when I read your comment....LOL
"New Orleans" are they from New Orleans?
Edited by Karen Shelton - August 04 2015 at 6:25pm
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