paroles de chanson Pore Jud is Daid - Gordon MacRae & Rod Steiger

Pore Jud is daid
Pore 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?
Pore Jud is daid
Pore 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
(Spoken)
Then the preacher'd get up and he'd say
"Folks, we are gathered here to moan and groan over our brother
Jud Fry, who hung himself up by a rope in a 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 his territory
People used to think he was a mean, ugly feller
And call him a dirty skunk and 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 in 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 everything and everybody in the world
Only, 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

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 head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood

Wood

And folks are feelin' sad
'Cause they use to treat him bad
And now they know their friend has gone for good

Good

Pore 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

Pore Jud
Pore Jud