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
Превод: Еди Арнолд. Лош Хауърд.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. Всеки сам.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. Обичам те За сантиментални причини.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. Моите Adobe Hacienda.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. "Ние до Двама са едно.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. Не.
Превод: Хауърд, Еди. Има Да! Да! In Your Eyes.
