Poor Howard
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 nagged him all his life
So he used his butcher knife---like I said he had a wife
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
They took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail,
They said if he is your friend, buy a lily for his hand
Poor Howard's dead and gone...
When we laid his bones to rest we fulfilled his last request
He said buddies bury me far from her as I can be
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
His last words were 'Friends, goodbye. Don't you worry; don't you cry.
I don't mind this a gettin' hung, at least I stopped her naggin' tongue'
Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
Pobre Howard
Pobre Howard está muerto y se fue, me dejó aquí para cantar su canción
Pobre Howard está muerto y se fue, me dejó aquí para cantar su canción
Pobre Howard tenía una esposa y ella lo fastidiaba toda su vida
Así que usó su cuchillo de carnicero---como dije, tenía una esposa
Ahora pobre Howard está muerto y se fue...
Lo llevaron a Howard a la cárcel, no me dejaron pagar su fianza,
Dijeron que si él es tu amigo, compra un lirio para su mano
Pobre Howard está muerto y se fue...
Cuando pusimos sus huesos a descansar cumplimos su último deseo
Dijo amigos entiérrenme lejos de ella tanto como puedan
Ahora pobre Howard está muerto y se fue...
Sus últimas palabras fueron 'Amigos, adiós. No se preocupen; no lloren.
No me importa ser ahorcado, al menos detuve su lengua de fastidio'
Ahora pobre Howard está muerto y se fue...