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Poor Jud Is Daid - Gordon MacRae
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
And serene
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost 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 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 that 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 hes 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 everything and everybody in the whole world
Only
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 different smell
Because pore jud is underneath the ground
Pore jud is daid
A candle lights his haid
He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood
And folks are feelin' sad
Cause they useter treat him bad
And now they know their friend has gone for 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