Pore Jud Is Daid

PORE JUD IS DAID
From the Musical "Oklahoma"
(Oscar Hammerstein II / Richard Rodgers)

Recorded by:
John Diedrich; Alfred Drake; The Drury Land Theatre Orch.;
Nelson Eddy; Paul Freeman; Laurence Guittard; Howard Keel;
Gordon MacRae; John Raitt.

Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
All gather round his coffin now and cry
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old
Oh why did such a feller have to die?

Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene (and serene)
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean

Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say
"Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jud Fry
Who hung hisself up by a rope in the smokehouse"
And then there'd be weepin' an' wailin' --- from some of those women ---
Then he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in this territory
People used to think he was a mean ugly fella and called him a dirty skunk
and an ornery pig stealer
But

The folks that really knowed him
Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors (as big as all outdoors)
Jud Fry loved his fellow man (he loved his fellow man)

He loved the birds of the forest
And the beasts of the fields
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn
And he treated the rats like equals (which was right)
He loved all the little children
He loved everything and everybody in the world
Only . . . only he never let on
And nobody ever knowed it

Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
His friends are weepin' wail for miles around (miles around)
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a different smell
Because poor Jud is underneath the ground

Poor Jud is dead
A candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood (wood)
And folks are feelin' sad
'Cuz they used to treat him bad
And now they know their friend has gone for good (good)

Poor Jud is dead
A candle lights his head
He's lookin' oh so purty and so nice
He looks like he's asleep
It's a shame that he won't keep
But it's summer and we're runnin' out a' ice

Poooooor Juuuuuuud
Poooooor Juuuuuuud



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
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