Karen M. Rice


Young man, dark and stout,
Loves to sing, loves to shout
Way down on the Tombigee.
Kimbee sing and Kimbee play.
Come dance your song down my way,
Boy of brown with eyes of gold.
Young men come and old men go,
But you will live till the cock does crow,
If you’ll just twist and turn and shout.
Where, oh where, do you say?
Why, only one place, my Kimbee boy –
Way, way down upon the ole Tombigee!