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After you've gone and left me cryin'
After you've gone there's no denyin'
You'll feel blue, you'll feel sad
You'll miss the best friend that you've ever had

There'll come a time, now don't forget it
There'll come a time when you'll regret it
Someday when you are lonely

Chet Atkins

I Still Can't Say Goodbye

Spoken introduction:
"You know, every time I look in the mirror I see my Dad.
I think that's why this song means so much to me."

Bill “Bojangles” Robinson (May 25, 1878 - November 25, 1949) was an American tap dancer and actor of stage and film. Audiences enjoyed his understated style, which eschewed the frenetic manner of the jitterbug in favor of cool and reserve; rarely did he use his upper body, relying instead on busy, inventive feet and an expressive face.

Bill Robinson's character was memorialized in Jerry Jeff Walker's 1968 folk song "Mr. Bojangles". The song was NOT about Bill Robinson himself, but it was inspired by Walker's encounter with a street performer in the New Orleans first precinct jail, an obscure alcoholic but talented tap-dancing drifter, so it represents the homage to the original "Bojangles".

Song was recorded by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, The Byrds, Harry Nilsson, Harry Chapin, Chet Atkins, King Curtis, Jim Croce, Bob Dylan, Harry Belafonte, Arlo Guthrie, Nina Simone, John Denver, David Bromberg, Neil Diamond, Sammy Davis, Jr., Tom T. Hall, John Holt, Robbie Williams, and David Campbell.

(Bung, bung, bung, bung!) 26x

Mr. Sandman,
bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest
that I’ve ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips
like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)

When a zither starts to play
You'll remember yesterday
In its haunting strain
Vienna lives again
Free and bright and gay
In your mind a sudden gleam
Of a half forgotten dream
Seems to glimmer when you hear the third man theme

Poverty stricken but still I'm a-stickin' to the things I know to be facts
One day it's feathers and the next day chicken while I'm pickin' my yakety axe
Ev'rybody says that I never will get far, keepin' out of work by pickin' this guitar
Livin' on a shoe-string, puttin' off things like a shave and a hair cut
Money don't matter as long as I scatter a little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinnin' I figure I'm a winnin' my good old yakety sound
City folks go around turnin' up their noses and countin' their greenbacks and smellin' their roses
But I wouldn't trade my yakety axe, even for a T-bone