Richard Rodgers - Pore Jud Is Daid lyrics

[CURLY] 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! [CURLY] 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 (sung) But the folks 'at really knowed him (spoken) Knowed that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore (sung) There beat a heart as big as all outdoors" [JUD] As big as all outdoors [CURLY] Jud Fry loved his feller man [JUD] He loved his feller man [CURLY, spoken with the impa**ioned infections of an evangelist] 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 fer miles around [JUD] Miles Around! [CURLY] The daisies in the dell Will give out a diff'rent smell Because Pore Jud is underneath the ground [JUD] Pore Jud is daid A candle lights his haid He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood [CURLY] Wood [JUD] And folks are feelin' sad Cause they use ter treat him bad But now they know their friend is gone fer good [CURLY] Good [BOTH] Pore Jud is daid A candle lights his haid [CURLY] 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