Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pore Jud Is Daid , by - Hugh Jackman. Song from the album «Оклахома!», in the genre МюзиклыRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: Exallshow
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pore Jud Is Daid , by - Hugh Jackman. Song from the album «Оклахома!», in the genre МюзиклыPore Jud Is Daid |
| 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— |
| Oh why did such a feller hive 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 hisself up by a rope in his smokehouse» |
| Then there’d be weepin' and wailin' 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 '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 feller man |
| He loved his feller man |
| 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 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 fer miles around |
| Miles around |
| The daisies in the dell |
| Will give out a diff’rent smell |
| Because Pore Jud is underneath the ground |
| Pore Jud is daid |
| A candle lights his haid |
| 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 is gone fer good |
| Good |
| 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 |
| Pore Jud, Pore Jud |