[00:00.00] 作词 : Jerry Jeff Walker
[00:00.96] 作曲 : Jerry Jeff Walker
[00:01.92]I knew a man Bojangles
[00:04.17]And he danced for you
[00:08.54]In worn out shoes
[00:12.35]
[00:14.04]With silver hair, a ragged shirt
[00:17.16]And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
[00:25.05]
[00:27.78]He jumped so high, he jumped so high
[00:33.79]
[00:36.41]Then he lightly touched down
[00:40.42]
[00:45.67]I met him in a cell in New Orleans
[00:48.79]I was down and out
[00:56.31]
[00:58.20]He looked at me to be the eyes of age
[01:02.88]
[01:04.94]As he spoke right out
[01:08.88]
[01:11.94]He talked of life, he talked of life
[01:18.25]
[01:19.57]He laughed, and slapped his leg a step
[01:24.75]
[01:30.01]Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
[01:41.01]
[01:42.00]Mr. Bojangles, dance!
[01:49.16]
[01:54.69]He said his name, Bojangles
[01:57.88]then he danced a lick across the cell
[02:06.19]
[02:07.94]He grabbed his pants
[02:09.57]a better stance
[02:10.82]Oh, he jumped up high
[02:13.63]
[02:15.50]he clicked his heels
[02:18.88]
[02:21.50]He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
[02:27.57]
[02:29.32]Shook back his clothes all around
[02:33.82]
[02:39.69]He danced for those
[02:41.38]At minstrel shows and county fairs
[02:44.82]
[02:46.44]Throughout the south
[02:49.94]
[02:51.75]He spoke with tears of 15 years
[02:56.01]How his dog and he traveled about
[03:03.39]
[03:05.51]His dog up and died, he up and died
[03:12.33]
[03:14.33]After 20 years he still grieves
[03:19.27]
[03:22.77]Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
[03:35.45]Mr. Bojangles, dance!
[03:43.33]
[03:50.20]He said I dance now
[03:52.20]At every chance in honky tonks
[03:55.33]
[03:57.58]For drinks and tips
[04:01.95]
[04:04.70]But most of the time
[04:06.01]I spend behind these county bars
[04:09.71]He said I drinks a bit
[04:14.01]
[04:17.20]He shook his head
[04:20.73]And as he shook his head
[04:24.86]I heard someone respectfully ask
[04:29.61]Please
[04:31.80]
[04:34.11]Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
[04:46.42]Mr. Bojangles, dance!

作词 : Jerry Jeff Walker
作曲 : Jerry Jeff Walker
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, 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 at me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed, and slapped his leg a step
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, 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, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
He danced for those
At minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years
How his dog and he traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died
After 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
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 drinks a bit
He shook his head
And as he shook his head
I heard someone respectfully ask
Please
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!