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
Traduction: Eddy Arnold. Poor Howard.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. À chacun son.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. Je t'aime For Sentimental Reasons.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. Mon Adobe Hacienda.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. «Till We Are One Two.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. N.
Traduction: Howard, Eddy. Il Oui! Oui! In Your Eyes.
