Hugh Jackman, Shuler Hensley - 12. Oklahoma! - Poor Jud Is Dead | Текст песни

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• Hugh Jackman, Shuler Hensley
• 12. Oklahoma! - Poor Jud Is Dead

CURLY:
Poor Jud is dead,
Poor Jud Fry is dead,
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?

Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead,
He's lookin' oh so peaceful and serene

JUD:
And serene!

CURLY:
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands across 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 himself 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

JUD:
As big as all outdoors.

CURLY:
Jud Fry loved his feller man

JUD:
He loved his feller man

CURLY:
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.

Poor Jud is dead
Poor Jud Fry is dead
His friends'll weep and wail for miles around

JUD:
Miles around!

CURLY:
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a different smell
Because poor Jud is underneath the ground.

JUD:
Poor Jud is dead
A candle lights his head
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood

CURLY:
Wood...

JUD:
And folks are feelin' sad
Cause they used to treat him bad
But now they know their friend is gone for good

CURLY:
Good...

BOTH:
Poor Jud is dead
A candle lights his head!

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:
Poor Jud, poor Jud.