Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song
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Poor Howard's dead and gone, left me here to sing his song
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Poor Howard had a wife and she nagged him all his life
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So he used his butcher knife---like I said he had a wife
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Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
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They took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail,
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They said if he is your friend, buy a lilly for his hand
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Poor Howard's dead and gone...
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[ ac.guitar ]
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When we laid his bones to rest we fullfilled his last request
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He said buddies bury me far from her as I can be
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Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
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His last words were "Friends, goodbye. Don't you worry; don't you cry.
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I don't mind this a gettin' hung, at least I stopped her naggin' tongue."
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Now poor Howard's dead and gone...
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Poor Howard
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| Eddy Arnold |
