Lyrics Poor Jud Is Dead - Gordon MacRae & Rod Steiger
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                daid,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                Fry 
                                                is 
                                                daid,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                gather 
                                                'round 
                                                his 
                                                cawfin 
                                                now 
                                                and 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                wasn't 
                                                very 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                why 
                                                did 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                feller 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                die?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                daid
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                Fry 
                                                is 
                                                daid,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                lookin' 
                                                oh 
                                                so 
                                                peaceful 
                                                and 
                                                serene
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jud: 
                                                And 
                                                serene!
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                all 
                                                laid 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                his 
                                                hands 
                                                acrost 
                                                his 
                                                chest
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                fingernails 
                                                have 
                                                never 
                                                been 
                                                so 
                                                clean!
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Spoken)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                the 
                                                preacher'd 
                                                get 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                he'd 
                                                say:
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chanting)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Folks, 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                gathered 
                                                here 
                                                to 
                                                moan
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                groan 
                                                over 
                                                our 
                                                brother 
                                                Jud 
                                                Fry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                hung 
                                                hisself 
                                                up 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                rope 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                smokehouse
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Spoken)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                there'd 
                                                be 
                                                weepin' 
                                                and 
                                                wailin'...
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                some 
                                                of 
                                                those 
                                                women. 
                                                Then 
                                                he'd 
                                                say:
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chanting)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jud 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                most 
                                                misunderstood 
                                                man 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                here 
                                                territory.
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                mean 
                                                ugly 
                                                feller 
                                                and 
                                                they 
                                                called
 
                                    
                                
                                                Him 
                                                    a 
                                                dirty 
                                                skunk 
                                                and 
                                                an 
                                                ornery 
                                                pig 
                                                stealer
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sung)
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                folks 
                                                that 
                                                really 
                                                knowed 
                                                him.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chant)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowed 
                                                that 
                                                beneath 
                                                them 
                                                two 
                                                dirty 
                                                shirts 
                                                he 
                                                always 
                                                wore
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sung)
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                beat 
                                                    a 
                                                heart 
                                                as 
                                                big 
                                                as 
                                                all 
                                                outdoors
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                big 
                                                as 
                                                all 
                                                outdoors.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jud 
                                                Fry 
                                                loved 
                                                his 
                                                feller 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                loved 
                                                hes 
                                                feller 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Curly 
                                                (Spoken):
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                loved 
                                                the 
                                                birds 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                beasts 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                field.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                loved 
                                                the 
                                                mice 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                vermin 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                barns, 
                                                and 
                                                he 
                                                treated
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rats 
                                                like 
                                                equals, 
                                                which 
                                                was 
                                                right. 
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                loved 
                                                little 
                                                children.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                loved 
                                                everybody 
                                                and 
                                                everything 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                he 
                                                never 
                                                let 
                                                on, 
                                                so 
                                                nobody 
                                                ever 
                                                knowed 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sung)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                Daid
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                Fry 
                                                is 
                                                daid
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                friends'll 
                                                weep 
                                                and 
                                                wail 
                                                for 
                                                miles 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jud: 
                                                Miles 
                                                Around!
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                daisies 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                give 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                different 
                                                smell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                underneath 
                                                the 
                                                ground.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                daid
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                Candle 
                                                lights 
                                                his 
                                                haid
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                layin' 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cawfin 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                wood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Curly: 
                                                Wood...
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                folks 
                                                are 
                                                feelin' 
                                                sad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                they 
                                                useter 
                                                treat 
                                                him 
                                                bad
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                now 
                                                they 
                                                know 
                                                their 
                                                friend 
                                                is 
                                                gone 
                                                for 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                Curly: 
                                                Good.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both: 
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud 
                                                is 
                                                Daid 
                                                    a 
                                                candle 
                                                lights 
                                                his 
                                                haid!
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                running 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                ice.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both: 
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud, 
                                                Pore 
                                                Jud.
 
                                    
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