written by Jerry Jeff Walker as performed by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band I kown. ance 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, talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step He said his name Bojangles then he danced a licked across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance, o he jumped so hi, & he clicked his heels He let go a laugh, let go a laugh, shook back his clothes all around H (guitartabs.cc)