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
Tradução: Eddy Arnold. Pobre Howard.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. A cada uno su propio.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. Te Quiero For Sentimental Reasons.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. My Adobe Hacienda.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. "Hasta que los dos somos uno.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. Sin.
Tradução: Howard, Eddy. Sí hay! ¡Sí! En Tus Ojos.
