Pore 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 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

And 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 the smokehouse"

And then there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those women

And then he'd say

"Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory

People used to think he was a mean, ugly feller

And they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig staler"

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 forest and the beasts of the field

He loved the mice and the varmint in the barn

And he treated the rats like equals, which was right

And he loved little children

He loved everybody and everything in the world

Only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it

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 diff'rent 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 used to treat him bad

And now they know their friend is gone for good (Good)

Pore Jud is daid

A candle lights his head

He's lookin' oh so purty and so nice