Poor Jud is Dead

Poor Jud is Dead - Rod Steiger/Gordon MacRae

Poor Jud is dead

Poor Jud Fry is dead

All gather around his cawing 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 looking' 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

Then the preacher's 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 his smokehouse

Then there'd be weeping' and wailing'

From some of those women Then he'd say:

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

But the folks that really know him

Know 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 feller man

He loved his feller man

He loved the birds of the forest

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

He loved all little children

He loved everything everybody in the world

Only ohly he never let on

So nobody ever known it

Poor Jud is dead

Poor Jud Fry is dead

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 dead

A Candle lights his hair

He's layin' in a coffin made of wood

And folks are feelin' sad

Cause they used to treat him bad

But now they know their friend

Has gone for good

Poor Jud is dead a candle lights his hair

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

Poor Jud poor Jud