I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down
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
clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAkhyks0uRs )
Good morning, everyone! It's a musical morning today, and I can't get this song out of my head! Today starts with a mug of East India Company's 'Royal Breakfast' tea and a plate of home made croissants, then it will be straight to my guitar and see if I remember the picking pattern to play the tune. It used to be one of my favorites!
We're going exploring today... I found an old mountain road on my map that is only open to motorcycles on weekdays. It leads to one of Kyoto's most ancient temple and shrine complexes overlooking the city, and should make for some beautiful sights! The sun seems to be cooperating by not shining too awfully hard. That should keep things a bit cooler!
Live to ride! Ride to live! But drink tea instead of beer or Jack Daniels (which is why they won't let me into the Hell's Angles.)
Stitchawl