09 Pore Jud Is Daid - Oklahoma! 1998 Royal National Theatre Cast Recording Chords
Tempo:
147.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
F
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
Poor Judd is dead, poor [F#]
[G#] Judd Frye is dead, [C#m] all gather round [F#] his coffin [F#m] now and [B]
cry.
[E] He had a heart of gold, and [A] he wasn't very [E] old, [B] oh why did such a fella have [E] to die?
Poor Judd is dead, [F#] poor [G]
Judd [G#] Frye is dead, [C#m] he's looking all so peaceful and [B]
serene.
[E] He's all laid out to rest, with [A] his hands across his [E] chest, his [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
Oh, oh, then the preacher'd get up and he'd say, [Am]
Folks, we're gathered here today to moan and groan over our brother Judd [F] Frye.
Long as a papaya rope in the [C] smokehouse, oh, then to be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
Then he'd say, Judd was the most misunderstood man [D] in the territory.
People used to [G#] think that he was a mean, ugly fella, and they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig-stealer.
[F] But the folks that really know them, would [Bm] have beneath them two dirty shirts always wore, [C] their feet are hard as pig as all [F]
outdoors.
[C] As big as all [F]
outdoors.
Just [C] Frye loved his fella [F]
man.
He [C] loved his [F] fella man.
[G#m] He loved the birds of the forest [C#] and the [F#] beasts of the field.
He loved the [D#m] mice and the vermin of the [F#] barn, and he treated the rats like [D#] equals.
[B] Which was [C#m] right.
Oh, and he [F#] loved the little children.
[A] No, no, no, no, he loved everybody and everything in the [E] whole world, only he never let on so nobody ever noted.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] Poor [G#] Judd Frye is dead.
[C#m] His friends will weep and wail for [F#m] miles [B]
around.
Miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell will [A] give out a different [E] smell.
[F] Because poor Judd [B] is underneath [E] the ground.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G#] candle lights his head.
[C#m] He's laying in [F#] a coffin made [B] of wood.
And [E] oaks are feeling [G#] sad.
Because [A] they used to treat him [E] bad.
And [B] now they know their friend has [E] gone for good.
Good.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G] candle [G#] lights his head.
[C#m] He's looking [F#] oh so pretty [F#m] and [G#m] so [B] nice.
[E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's [A] a shame that he [A#] won't keep.
But [F] it's summer and [B] we're running out [E] of ice.
[A]
Poor
[E]
Judd
[B]
[E] is dead.
Poor Judd is dead, poor [F#]
[G#] Judd Frye is dead, [C#m] all gather round [F#] his coffin [F#m] now and [B]
cry.
[E] He had a heart of gold, and [A] he wasn't very [E] old, [B] oh why did such a fella have [E] to die?
Poor Judd is dead, [F#] poor [G]
Judd [G#] Frye is dead, [C#m] he's looking all so peaceful and [B]
serene.
[E] He's all laid out to rest, with [A] his hands across his [E] chest, his [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
Oh, oh, then the preacher'd get up and he'd say, [Am]
Folks, we're gathered here today to moan and groan over our brother Judd [F] Frye.
Long as a papaya rope in the [C] smokehouse, oh, then to be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
Then he'd say, Judd was the most misunderstood man [D] in the territory.
People used to [G#] think that he was a mean, ugly fella, and they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig-stealer.
[F] But the folks that really know them, would [Bm] have beneath them two dirty shirts always wore, [C] their feet are hard as pig as all [F]
outdoors.
[C] As big as all [F]
outdoors.
Just [C] Frye loved his fella [F]
man.
He [C] loved his [F] fella man.
[G#m] He loved the birds of the forest [C#] and the [F#] beasts of the field.
He loved the [D#m] mice and the vermin of the [F#] barn, and he treated the rats like [D#] equals.
[B] Which was [C#m] right.
Oh, and he [F#] loved the little children.
[A] No, no, no, no, he loved everybody and everything in the [E] whole world, only he never let on so nobody ever noted.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] Poor [G#] Judd Frye is dead.
[C#m] His friends will weep and wail for [F#m] miles [B]
around.
Miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell will [A] give out a different [E] smell.
[F] Because poor Judd [B] is underneath [E] the ground.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G#] candle lights his head.
[C#m] He's laying in [F#] a coffin made [B] of wood.
And [E] oaks are feeling [G#] sad.
Because [A] they used to treat him [E] bad.
And [B] now they know their friend has [E] gone for good.
Good.
Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G] candle [G#] lights his head.
[C#m] He's looking [F#] oh so pretty [F#m] and [G#m] so [B] nice.
[E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's [A] a shame that he [A#] won't keep.
But [F] it's summer and [B] we're running out [E] of ice.
[A]
Poor
[E]
Judd
[B]
[E] is dead.
Key:
E
B
F#
F
G#
E
B
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead, _ poor [F#] _
[G#] Judd Frye is _ dead, [C#m] all gather round [F#] his coffin [F#m] now and [B] _
cry. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He had a heart of gold, and [A] he wasn't very [E] _ old, [B] oh why did such a fella have [E] to _ die? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead, _ [F#] poor [G]
Judd [G#] _ Frye is _ dead, [C#m] he's looking all so peaceful and [B] _
serene. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] He's all laid out to rest, with [A] his hands across his [E] _ chest, his [B] _ _ fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
_ _ _ _ Oh, oh, then the preacher'd get up and he'd say, [Am]
Folks, we're gathered here today to moan and groan over our brother Judd [F] Frye.
Long as a papaya rope in the [C] smokehouse, oh, then to be weeping and wailing from some of those women. _
_ Then he'd say, Judd was the most misunderstood man [D] in the territory.
People used to [G#] think that he was a mean, ugly fella, and they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig-stealer. _ _ _
_ [F] But the folks that really know them, would [Bm] have beneath them two dirty shirts always wore, [C] their feet are hard as pig as all [F] _
outdoors.
[C] As big as all [F]
outdoors.
Just [C] Frye loved his fella [F]
man.
He [C] loved his [F] fella _ man.
_ [G#m] He loved the birds of the forest [C#] and the [F#] beasts of the field.
He loved the [D#m] mice and the vermin of the [F#] barn, and he treated the rats like [D#] equals.
_ _ [B] Which was [C#m] right.
Oh, and he [F#] loved the little children.
[A] No, no, no, no, he loved everybody and everything in the [E] whole world, only he never let on so nobody ever noted. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
_ _ [F#] Poor [G#] Judd Frye is dead.
[C#m] His friends will weep and wail for [F#m] miles [B] _
around.
Miles around.
_ _ [E] The daisies in the dell will [A] give out a different [E] _ smell.
_ [F] Because poor Judd [B] is underneath [E] the _ ground. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G#] candle lights his head.
[C#m] He's laying in [F#] a coffin made [B] of _ _ _ _ _ _
wood.
And [E] oaks are feeling [G#] _ sad.
Because [A] they used to treat him [E] bad.
And [B] now they know their friend has [E] gone for good.
_ _ _ Good.
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
_ [F#] A [G] candle [G#] _ lights his _ head.
[C#m] He's _ looking [F#] oh so pretty _ [F#m] and [G#m] so _ [B] _ _ nice. _
_ _ [E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's [A] a shame that he [A#] won't keep.
But [F] it's summer and [B] we're running _ out [E] of _ ice. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ Poor _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _
Judd _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] is dead.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead, _ poor [F#] _
[G#] Judd Frye is _ dead, [C#m] all gather round [F#] his coffin [F#m] now and [B] _
cry. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He had a heart of gold, and [A] he wasn't very [E] _ old, [B] oh why did such a fella have [E] to _ die? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead, _ [F#] poor [G]
Judd [G#] _ Frye is _ dead, [C#m] he's looking all so peaceful and [B] _
serene. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] He's all laid out to rest, with [A] his hands across his [E] _ chest, his [B] _ _ fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
_ _ _ _ Oh, oh, then the preacher'd get up and he'd say, [Am]
Folks, we're gathered here today to moan and groan over our brother Judd [F] Frye.
Long as a papaya rope in the [C] smokehouse, oh, then to be weeping and wailing from some of those women. _
_ Then he'd say, Judd was the most misunderstood man [D] in the territory.
People used to [G#] think that he was a mean, ugly fella, and they called him a dirty skunk and an ornery pig-stealer. _ _ _
_ [F] But the folks that really know them, would [Bm] have beneath them two dirty shirts always wore, [C] their feet are hard as pig as all [F] _
outdoors.
[C] As big as all [F]
outdoors.
Just [C] Frye loved his fella [F]
man.
He [C] loved his [F] fella _ man.
_ [G#m] He loved the birds of the forest [C#] and the [F#] beasts of the field.
He loved the [D#m] mice and the vermin of the [F#] barn, and he treated the rats like [D#] equals.
_ _ [B] Which was [C#m] right.
Oh, and he [F#] loved the little children.
[A] No, no, no, no, he loved everybody and everything in the [E] whole world, only he never let on so nobody ever noted. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
_ _ [F#] Poor [G#] Judd Frye is dead.
[C#m] His friends will weep and wail for [F#m] miles [B] _
around.
Miles around.
_ _ [E] The daisies in the dell will [A] give out a different [E] _ smell.
_ [F] Because poor Judd [B] is underneath [E] the _ ground. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
[F#] A [G#] candle lights his head.
[C#m] He's laying in [F#] a coffin made [B] of _ _ _ _ _ _
wood.
And [E] oaks are feeling [G#] _ sad.
Because [A] they used to treat him [E] bad.
And [B] now they know their friend has [E] gone for good.
_ _ _ Good.
_ _ _ Poor Judd is dead.
_ [F#] A [G] candle [G#] _ lights his _ head.
[C#m] He's _ looking [F#] oh so pretty _ [F#m] and [G#m] so _ [B] _ _ nice. _
_ _ [E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's [A] a shame that he [A#] won't keep.
But [F] it's summer and [B] we're running _ out [E] of _ ice. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ Poor _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _
Judd _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] is dead.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _