Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song Poor Howard had a wife and she
He always sings, raggedy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, the pretty good horse, that syncopated, gaited There
Take away the breath of flowers It would surely be a sin Take the rain from April showers It's a sin Take away the violins, dear From a lovely symphony
Vertaling: Eddy Arnold. Slechte Howard.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. Ieder zijn eigen.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. Ik hou van jou om sentimentele redenen.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. Mijn Adobe Hacienda.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. 'Tot We Are One Two.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. Geen.
Vertaling: Howard, Eddy. Er is Ja! Yes! In Your Eyes.
