At the old railroad station, but Sheriff Gillespie hunts him down.
We need to know who killed the industrialist in the night.
Son, you ain't goin' to leave here without a fight!
The sheriff says, Virgil is a funny name for a nig'.
He answers, back in Philadelphia, the call me, MR. TIBBS!
OOOHHH! MR. TIBBS! Watch out for that chain,
Wielded by a thug with very little brain!
Thanks for solving the murder, Sheriff Gillespie says,
I must admit my face is red!
Let me carry your suitcase, MR. TIBBS,
And son I ain't sayin' that just to be glib!
T-O-O-O-O-O-T! T-O-O-O-O-O-T!
Goodbye, MR. TIBBS!
Published by Mary Naylor confirmed
I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t... View profile
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