Songtexte Poor Jud Is Dead (From "Oklahoma") - 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
Oh, 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 acrost 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 hisself up by a rope in a smokehouse"
Then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those women
And 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 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 field
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn, and
He treated the rats like equals, which was right
And 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 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 daid, a candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood
And folks are feelin' sad 'cause they used to treat him bad
And now they know their friend has gone for good

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