Mr Bojangles LbNA #10865 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Sep 12, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Albion |
| County: | Orleans |
| State: | New York |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | Elba Onions  |
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| Found by: | sixkateers |
| Last found: | Oct 4, 2007 |
| Status: | FFFFa |
| Last edited: | Sep 12, 2004 |
Mr Bojangles' Letterbox
Clues: The Elba Onions have another Letterbox in this town.
To prevent Mr Bojangles from appearing on genealogical searches we're omitting the precise name of the location; rest assured you're in the right area if you found Ireland and O'Connor on a wall.
Over near Jehovah a lovely place to relax and reflect is the Medina Sandstone Spring House and Lily Pond.
Sit on the bench and enjoy the koi.
Notice that the pond is flanked by adolescent arborvitae.
Further east three adults look on.
Mr Bojangles dances in the middle.
Mr. Bojangles ( Nitty Gritty Dirt Band )
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out
He looked at 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 a step
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance, oh, he jumped up high,
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
He danced for throws at minstrel shows and county fairs
Through out the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Had traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died, after twenty years he still grieves
He said 'I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drink and tips
But most of 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'
Please ..........
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
Clues: The Elba Onions have another Letterbox in this town.
To prevent Mr Bojangles from appearing on genealogical searches we're omitting the precise name of the location; rest assured you're in the right area if you found Ireland and O'Connor on a wall.
Over near Jehovah a lovely place to relax and reflect is the Medina Sandstone Spring House and Lily Pond.
Sit on the bench and enjoy the koi.
Notice that the pond is flanked by adolescent arborvitae.
Further east three adults look on.
Mr Bojangles dances in the middle.
Mr. Bojangles ( Nitty Gritty Dirt Band )
I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out
He looked at 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 a step
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance, oh, he jumped up high,
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
He danced for throws at minstrel shows and county fairs
Through out the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Had traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died, after twenty years he still grieves
He said 'I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drink and tips
But most of 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'
Please ..........
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!