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