all this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning me.
Yes, it’s true. I’m Elvis. Just a hunka hunka burning love.
Jerry Jeff Walker, who wrote Mr. Bojangles, passed away today. It is said that Walker met a homeless street performer in New Orleans when they were both locked up in the parish jail. The street performer used the name Mr. Bojangles to keep his true identity from the police. While in lock-up, they talked, of course, and by and by, Mr. Bojangles told the sad story of his dog who had traveled around the country with him for years, but at some point, had died. They asked Bojangles for something to lighten the mood, so he danced for them. Here’s maybe the best version of Mr. Bojangles ever. Enjoy.
or maybe this version…
