Poor Howard Songtext

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 lilly for his hand
Poor Howard's dead and gone...
[ ac.guitar ]
When we laid his bones to rest we fullfilled his last request