About the song
Let’s embark on a journey through the captivating world of “Mr. Bojangles” by the legendary Sammy Davis Jr. Imagine yourself in a cozy jazz club, the air filled with the sweet sound of saxophones and the smooth, soulful voice of Davis Jr. echoing through the room.
Released in 1972 as part of his album “Now,” “Mr. Bojangles” quickly became one of Davis Jr.’s signature songs. The song, written by Jerry Jeff Walker, tells the poignant tale of a colorful character encountered by the narrator during his travels. With its poignant storytelling and infectious melody, “Mr. Bojangles” struck a chord with audiences around the world.
The song’s universal appeal catapulted it to the top of the charts, reaching number six on the Billboard Hot 100 and number one on the Easy Listening chart. Its success solidified Davis Jr.’s reputation as a versatile and dynamic performer, capable of captivating audiences with his unparalleled talent.
Beyond its commercial success, “Mr. Bojangles” earned critical acclaim, earning Davis Jr. a Grammy Award nomination for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance in 1973. Its enduring popularity has led to numerous cover versions by artists from various genres, cementing its status as a timeless classic.
So, whether you’re a longtime fan of Sammy Davis Jr. or just discovering the magic of “Mr. Bojangles” for the first time, allow yourself to be swept away by its heartfelt lyrics and unforgettable melody. Join Davis Jr. on a journey through the highs and lows of life, where every twist and turn is accompanied by the rhythm of the dance.
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Lyrics
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!