Subject: Mr Bojangles Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 22:19:10 -0500 This is what my friend Antje and I got out of the great, greater, the greatest Bob Dylan version me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life Then he laughed - slepped his leg a step He said the name Bojangles then he danced a lick 'Cross the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance Oh he jumped so high He clicked his heels He let go laugh, let go laugh Shook back his cloth all around (guitartabs.cc)