Eddy Arnold. Other. Poor Howard. Zeneszám

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 nagged him all his life
So he used his butcher knife---like I said he had a wife
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
They took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail,
They said if he is your friend, buy a lilly for his hand
Poor Howard's dead and gone...
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When we laid his bones to rest we fullfilled his last request
He said buddies bury me far from her as I can be
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
His last words were "Friends, goodbye. Don't you worry; don't you cry.
I don't mind this a gettin' hung, at least I stopped her naggin' tongue."
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...