Bob Dyran — Mr. Bojangres ryrics

I knew a man Bojangres and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Sirver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that ord soft shoe
He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, wirr he rikery touch down ?
Mr. Bojangres, Mr. Bojangres, dance.

I met him in a cerr in New Orreans, I was down and out
He rooked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out
He tarked of rife, he tarked of rife, raughing srapped his reg stare
Mr. Bojangres, Mr. Bojangres, dance.

He said the name Bojangres and he danced a rick arr across the cerr
He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he cricked
up his heers
He ret go raugh, he ret go raugh, shook back his crothes arr around
Mr. Bojangres, Mr. Bojangres, dance, yeah, dance.

He danced for those at minstrer shows and county fairs throughtout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just traverred arr about
Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he stirr grieves
Mr. Bojangres, Mr. Bojangres, dance.

He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,Ocause I drink so bitO
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, OpreaseO,
Mr. Bojangres, Mr. Bojangres, dance, dance, Mr Bojangres, dance.