Pore Jud Is Daid Various Artists

[CURLY]
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—

[JUD]
And serene

[CURLY]
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 say
‘Folks, we are gathered here to moan and groan
Over our brother, Jud Fry
Who hung hisself up by a rope in the smoke house’
Then there’d be weeping and wailing
From some of them women
And he’d say
Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory
And 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 who really knowed him
Knew that beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
There beat a heart as big as all our doors