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
Übersetzung: Eddy Arnold. Poor Howard.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. To Each His Own.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. Ich liebe dich For Sentimental Reasons.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. My Adobe Hacienda.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. 'Till We Two Are One.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. Nein.
Übersetzung: Howard, Eddy. Es gibt ja! Ja! In Your Eyes.
