Americký písničkář pocházející z Nového Mexika (nar. 1943), vl. jm. Henry John Deutschendorf. Hudebně čerpá především z folku a country. Výrazný autor balad. Po odchodu do L.A. se v roce 1965 přidává ke skupině The Chad Mitchell Trio. Po...

Píseň: Mr. Bojangles

Interpret:
John Denver
Album:
Whose Garden Was This?
Knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you 
 In worn out shoes 
 Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants 
 The old soft shoe 
 He jumped so high, he jumps so high 
 Then he'd lightly touch down 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles dance 


 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, 
 he spoke right out 
 He talked about life, he talked about life 
 He laughed, slapped his leg and stepped 


 He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick 
 Across the cell 
 He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high 
 He clicked his heels 
 He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh 
 Shook his clothes all around 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles dance 


 He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs 
 Throughout the South 
 And he spoke in tears of 15 years how his dog and him 
 They traveled about 
 The dog up and died he up and died 
 after 20 years he still grieves 


 He said I dance now at every chance and honky tonks 
 For drinks and tips 
 But most the time I spend behind these county bars 
 'Cause I drink a bit 
 And he shook his head now 
 he shook his head 
 And I heard someone ask please 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles 
 Mr. Bojangles dance