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
Traduzione: Eddy Arnold. Povero Howard.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. A ciascuno il suo.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. Ti amo per motivi sentimentali.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. Il mio Adobe Hacienda.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. 'Till We Two Are One.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. No.
Traduzione: Howard, Eddy. C'è Sì! Sì! In Your Eyes.