Wailing Souls — Tom Sprang

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Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Everyone did love him (Tom Sprang)
No one refuse him (Tom Sprang)
He was a man of his own (Tom Sprang)
He could run any errant

Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Everywhere he go (Tom Sprang)
Little children gather around him (Tom Sprang)
They love to hear him play his riddim (Tom Sprang)
And his guitar string

Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man

They call him the village doctor (Tom Sprang)
He never had no one of his own (Tom Sprang)
So he live alone (Tom Sprang)
And anywhere he go, you hear them say
Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, had nowhere to go

Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, he had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, he had nowhere to go

Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
Tom Sprang, was a man I know
Tom Sprang, used to live alone
Tom Sprang, he had nowhere to go
Tom Sprang, he was a good, good man
(Tom Sprang, was a man I know)
Tom Sprang