Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C

 C                C/B
3   6 -5  6  -5  6   -5
I knew a man Bo-jan-gles 
         AM
 6  -5   6    -5   5
and he danced for you,

F            G      C
 3  -7   7    7     3    6  -5    6
In worn out shoes, with sil-ver hair, 
  C/B               AM
-5  6  -5    6   -5   6  -5   5
 a rag-ged shirt and bag-gy pants,

 F            G            
  3  -7   7    7
the old soft shoe,

F             C     E7       Am
 3   -7   -8   7     6    -5  5
He jumped so high, jumped so high

D7                       DM7     G7
  6   6   6   -5   5    -5 -4 -3 -2
then he light-ly touched d-o-w-n

Am          G        Am          G
-3  -3 -3-4 3 2 -1   -3  -3 -3-4 3 2 -1 
Mis-ter B-o-jangles, Mis-ter B-o-jangles,

Am          G        C  C/B  AM  G  F
-3  -3 -3-4  3 2 -1 1  2   3  4
Mis-ter B-o-jangles d--an--ce.
{verse 2}
I 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 spoke right out
He talked of life, & as he talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg a step
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance
{verse 3}
He said his name 'Bojangles' and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants, a better stance he jumped up high
He clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance
{verse 4}
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
he said 'I drink's a bit'
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask please
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance