Mr. Bojangles
Jerry Jeff WalkerOriginale | Versione italiana / Italian version / Version italienne / Italiankielinen... |
MR. BOJANGLES I knew a man Bojangles an' he'd dance for you in worn out shoes Silver hair, ragged shirt an' boggy pants, that old soft shoes He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, then he lightly touched down Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, i was down an' out He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life laughin' slapped his leg stale Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He said the name Bojangles an' he danced a lick all across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high an' he clicked up his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles dance, yeah dance. He danced for those at minstrel shows an' county fairs throughout the south He spoke with tears of fifteen years of how his dog an' him but just travelled all about His dog up an' died, he up an' died, an' after twenty years he still grieves Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He said: "I dance now at every chance at honkytonks for drinks an' tips But most of the time i spend behind those county bars cause i drink so bit" He shook his head an' he shook his head, i heard somemone ask him "Please Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr. Bojangles dance" | MR. BOJANGLES Con le sue scarpe rotte lui ballava per tutti noi Capelli argento e la maglietta lisa girava e poi Volava in alto molto in alto E lieve poi scendeva giù Io lo conobbi una mattina in cella a New Orleans Lui mi guardò con i suoi occhi verdi poi mi parlò Della sua vita della sua vita Con la sua splendida ironia Si presentò poi cominciò a ballare un tip tap Si tirò su i suoi jeans e fece un passo saltando su Rideva forte rideva forte Scuotendo la sua maglia blu Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles vai Ballava nelle sagre dei paesi in tutto il Sud Per quindici anni sempre col suo cane di qua e di là Morì il suo Blacky morì anche lui E ancora pace non di dà Mi disse sai ora ballo dove posso per qualche cent Ma il più del tempo io lo passo in cella sai bevo un po’ Scosse la testa scosse la testa Balla ti prego qui per noi Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles vai |