– there were no really good tabs so i made my own .
capo on 5th fret
lick :
– – – – – – – | C G/B Am
– – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – | x2
– – – 0 – 2 – |
– 3 – – – – – |
C G/B Am ( lick )
i knew a man bojangles and he’d dance for you
F G ( lick )
in worn out shoes
C G/B Am ( lick )
with silver hair , a ragged shirt , and baggy pants
F G
the old soft shoe
F Em Am
he jumped so high , jumped so high
D7 G7
then he lightly touched down
C G/B Am ( lick )
i met him in a cell in new orleans i was
F G ( lick )
down and out
C G/B Am ( lick )
he looked to me to be the eyes of age
F G ( lick )
as he spoke right out
F Em Am D7
he talked of life , talked of life , he laughed
G7 ( lick )
clicked his heels and stepped
C G/B Am ( lick )
he said his name “bojangles” and he danced a lick
F G ( lick )
across the cell
C G/B Am ( lick )
he grabbed his pants and spread his stance , oh he jumped so high
F G ( lick )
and then he clicked his heels
F Em Am
he let go a laugh , let go a laugh
D7 G7
and shook back his clothes all around
Am G Am G
mr . bojangles , mr . bojangles
Am G C G/B Am ( lick )
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 . .
– there were no really good tabs so i made my own .
capo on 5th fret
lick :
– – – – – – – | C G/B Am
– – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – |
– – – – – – – | x2
– – – 0 – 2 – |
– 3 – – – – – |
C G/B Am ( lick )
i knew a man bojangles and he’d dance for you
F G ( lick )
in worn out shoes
C G/B Am ( lick )
with silver hair , a ragged shirt , and baggy pants
F G
the old soft shoe
F Em Am
he jumped so high , jumped so high
D7 G7
then he lightly touched down
C G/B Am ( lick )
i met him in a cell in new orleans i was
F G ( lick )
down and out
C G/B Am ( lick )
he looked to me to be the eyes of age
F G ( lick )
as he spoke right out
F Em Am D7
he talked of life , talked of life , he laughed
G7 ( lick )
clicked his heels and stepped
C G/B Am ( lick )
he said his name “bojangles” and he danced a lick
F G ( lick )
across the cell
C G/B Am ( lick )
he grabbed his pants and spread his stance , oh he jumped so high
F G ( lick )
and then he clicked his heels
F Em Am
he let go a laugh , let go a laugh
D7 G7
and shook back his clothes all around
Am G Am G
mr . bojangles , mr . bojangles
Am G C G/B Am ( lick )
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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