quinta-feira, março 20, 2014
Filipe de Freitas Leal
Mr. BojanglesI knew a man BojanglesAnd he'll dance for youIn worn out shoesWith silver hair and ragged shirt baggy pantsHe will do the old soft shoeHe would jump so highJump so highThat he lightly touched downTold me of the timeHe worked with, with minstrel showsTravelling troughout the southHe spoke with tears for fifteen yearsHow his, how his dog and himThey will travel aboutBut his dog up and diedGot up and diedAfter twenty years he still grievesHe saidI dance nowat every chance in honky tonksfor my drinks and tipsbut most the time I, I spend behind these country barsYou see I drinks a bitThen he shook his headOh Lord, when he shook his headI can swear I heard somebody saying please, pleaseThat's mister BojanglesCalling mister BojanglesMister...
