Poor Jud Is Dead (From "Oklahoma") 歌詞
Poor Jud Is Dead - Gordon MacRae/Shirley Jones
Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
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 fella 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 down to rest
With his hands across his chest
His fingernails have never been so clean
Then the preacher'd
Get up and he'd say
Folks we are gathered
Here to mourn
And growl our brother Jud Fry
Who hung himself up
By a rope in a smokehouse
And then we have been weepin' and wailin'
Within some of the women
And then he'd say
Jud was the most misunderstood man
In the territory
People used to think he was
A mean ugly fella
And they called him
A dirty skunk and a northern
Pig stealer
But the folks
That really knowed I'm
Knowed that neath those dirty shirts
He always wore
There beated 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 bees of the field
He loved the mice
And the vermin in the barn
And he treated the rats like equals
Which he knew was right
He loved the little children
He loved everything
And everybody in the world
Only only he never let on
So nobody ever noticed
Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
His friends all weep
And wail from 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
The 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 dead
A candle lights his head
He's looking
Oh so pretty 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 runinng out of ice
Poor Jud
Poor Jud