Songtexte Poor Jud Is Daid - Gordon MacRae & Rod Steiger

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

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

And 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 himself up by a rope in his smokehouse"
And then there'd be weepin' and 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 feller
And call him a dirty skunk, an ornery pig stealer"
But the folks 'at 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 field
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 everythin' and everybody in the world
Only, only he never let on
So nobody ever knowed it

Poor Jud is daid
Poor Jud Fry is daid
His friends'll weep and 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 daid
A candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood (Wood)
And folks are feelin' sad
'Cause they used to treat him bad
And now they know their friend has gone for good (Good)

Poor Jud is daid (Poor Jud is daid)
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 of ice

Poor Jud
Poor Jud