Letra de 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...