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Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles dance
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
Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles dance
He said his name Bo Jangles 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
Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles dance
He danced for those at minstrel shows & county fairs, throughout the south
He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about
His dog up and died, up and died, after 20 years he still grieves
Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles dance
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please
Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles dance
A WIND CALLED PEACE
Ebbing tides of sorrow break,
Over those who will seek but ease.
The hearts and souls and minds that ache,
Waiting for the wind called peace.
The love that came from up above,
Was sent with them to us to teach.
Mission complete, took back his loves,
Now we wait for the wind of peace.
They brought His word to us to learn,
Now they fly on wings of iridescent hue,
A silverwolf was sent to me,
Who now flies with wings of blue.
So learn you well the word of love,
Even tho when gone you feel no ease.
When he takes them back above,
And leaves you searching for the wind called peace.
Written by: Daddy Lobo