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
Fordítás: Eddy Arnold. Szegény Howard.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. Ahhoz, hogy minden a saját.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. Szeretlek a szentimentális okok miatt.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. Saját Adobe Hacienda.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. "Amíg mi ketten egy.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. Nem.
Fordítás: Howard, Eddy. Van Igen! Igen! In Your Eyes.
