Tonight marks the ten year anniversary of my dog's passing. (Halfway there, Bojangles!) It's comforting to see that this video is still up on RU-vid. It's been a long time since I've watched it, but that image of the crying man in the wooden chair is etched in my memory. Here's to the furred friends we can't forget. 🐾
I loved this song when JJ Walker wrote it. I love this version too. One of the first songs I learned when I picked up the guitar. It was a treat when I saw Walker and these guys mix their versions up live. Priceless.
I'm pretty sure they didn't sing this song first. My family were going to my Granny's house and listing to this song on AM. They did this song great though. Brought back memories.
I am an old French Canadian guy 79, who all my life have one or two dogs. I juste read a new french book from a guy name Cédric Sapin Defour entitled < Son odeur après la pluie > ( His odor after rain ) . Never read a book so powerfull and so poetic about the life and death of one of his dog. It is a best seller in France now in june 2024. I am sure it will be translated in English and others languages . If you love to read and have or had a dog , it will be a wonderful book for you. Should be translated soon. Have a magic time to read it. Claude Paquin
For some strange reason, everytime I hear this song. I remember seeing Sammy Davis Jr. on a t.v. show back in the 70's tap dancing to this song. I read somewhere this was one of his favorite songs.
I lost my dog yesterday, so most of you know why I'm here. 17 wonderful years with him. He traveled all over the USA with me on road trips, visiting National Parks and such. Almost always by my side. "He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him Traveled about The dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves" Yes. I can understand that. Just brilliant lyrics. There is a special love between dogs and humans, like no other. RIP my best buddy. RIP. You will always be loved and will be missed everyday.
Idk why this song makes me cry so much ... My dad loves it and loved to dance ... It's fathers day and my dad I gone and I'm bawling my eyes out listening to this ... I think it's because my dad was so great to me but we all must Dance the old rag and bone dance one day ... Sad ...but memories never die and like mr Bojangles they live on
Who needs over rated Taylor Swift when we had women that made it on their own like Loretta, Dolly, Tammy Skeeter, Patty's and I will have to put Janice Joplin on the list and I'm sorry If I missed any one
I found an abandoned kitten living under propane tanks at a convenience store about 6 years ago. It took me 3 hours to rescue him because he kept running around. I named him Mr Bojangles. The first couple years he would barely let me pet him. He finally learned to trust and is the sweetest cat ever. A true blessing. I pulled this song up today to have a listen, and it made me cry. What a song this was.
We had a kitten living under our very old log house and left fish out for her and after months she began to trust us and was a very special sweet loved and a lover cat to everyone..
What a beautiful song. How humble this man is. He admits he's a drunk. Lost his dog. Gives people joy by dancing. Great lyrics and singing. The joy of living even in tough times.
The feeling....consider Jesus, innocent, like a little gentle lamb, His Blood Shed for the forgiveness of sins, our breaking God's Good, Wise, Beautiful, Protective Law...1 John 4:10,11
This song 🎵 is just simply an amazing Masterpiece 🎉🎉. It has some heart tugging lyrics, his dog up and died after 20yrs he still grieves. That has to be one deep heart ❤️ felt sentiment 🎉🎉
Looking through the comments I see numerous people post on how the part about Bojangle's dog brings tears to their eyes. It does the same for me as it brings images of my Dodger to my mind. SHe died in January of 2020 at age 13. Even if I make to 20 years after her passing I will still shed a tear when I think of her. Best dog I ever knew and I have known some damned fine dogs through the years.
