Knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you in worn out shoes. 认识一个人， Bojangles ，他在踏破铁鞋跳舞给你。

Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe. 银色的头发，衣衫褴褛的上衣和宽松的裤子，旧的软鞋。

He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he'd lightly touch down. 他跳得非常高，他跳那么高，那么他会轻轻地碰了下来。

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. Bojangles先生， Bojangles先生， Bojangles先生，跳舞。

   

Met him in a cell, in New Orleans it was, down and out. 遇见他在一个单元格，在新奥尔良是，穷困潦倒。

He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out. 他看了看我是年龄的眼睛，因为他说话的权利了。

He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, slapped his leg and stared. 他谈到生活中，他谈到生活。他笑了，拍拍他的腿，盯着。

He said his name, Bojangles, and he danced a lick across the cell. 他说他的名字， Bojangles ，和他跳舞整个小区一舔。

He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high, he clicked his heels. 他抓住他的裤子，并采取了立场，他跳那么高，他点击了他的脚后跟。

He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook his clothes all around. 他放开笑，他让去笑，摇摇衣服各地。

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. Bojangles先生， Bojangles先生， Bojangles先生，跳舞。

   

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South. 他跳了那些吟游诗人表演和县集市在整个南方。

He spoke in tears of 15 years how his dog and him, they traveled about. 他谈到在15年的眼泪怎么他的狗和他，他们约前往。

The dog up and died, he up and died. After 20 years he still grieves. 狗和去世后，他和死亡。经过20多年的他还是痛心。

He said, I dance now at every chance and honky-tonks for drinks and tips. 他说，我现在跳舞的每一个机会和白鬼，唐克斯的饮料和小费。

But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit. 但大多数时候，我花背后县城吧，因为我喝一点。

He shook his head now, he shook his head and I heard someone ask please, 他摇摇头，现在，他摇了摇头，我听到有人问，请，

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, hey, Mr. Bojangles, dance. Bojangles先生， Bojangles先生，嘿嘿， Bojangles先生，跳舞。