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...
Writer(s): Harlan Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
