Mr Bojangles as performed by Neil Diamond Arranged for Chorded Guitar by Jonathan Hay Introduction nce I met him in a cell in New Orleans, He was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life He laughed, slapped his leg and stepped He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance And jumped so high, clicked his heels He let go a laugh Let go a laugh Shook back his clothes (azchords.com)