Chords for Pore Jud Is Daid
Tempo:
81.65 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
G#
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#] [E] Poor Jody's date, poor [Gm] [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#]
all [C#m] gather [F#] round his [A] coffin now and [G#m] [B] cry.
[E] He had a heart of gold [A] and he wasn't very [A#] old.
[B] Why did such a fella have [E] to die?
Poor Jody's date, [G] poor [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#] he's [C#m] looking oh so [F#] [F#m] peaceful [G#m] and [B] serene.
And serene, [E] he's all laid [G#] out to rest [A] with his hands across [E] his chest.
[F] His [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
And then the preacher'd get up and he'd [Am] say,
Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jod [F] Fry,
who hung himself up by a rope in a [C] smokehouse.
And then they'd be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
And then he'd say, Jod was the most misunderstood man in his territory.
[G#] People used to think he was a mean, ugly [D] fella and call him a dirty skunk and ornery pig-stealer.
[F] But the folks that really knowed him, knowed [G] beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore.
[C] Their feet are hard as big [F] as all [C] outdoors, as big [F] as all outdoors.
[C] Yet Fry loved his [F] fellow man, [C] he loved [F] his fellow man.
He loved the [G#m] birds of the forests and [F#] the beasts of the field.
He loved the mice and the vermin in [D#m] the barn.
[F#] And he treated the rats like [B] equals, [C#] [D#] which was right.
[B] He loved [C#m] all the little children.
[F#] He loved everything [B] and everybody in the world.
Only, [E] only he never let on, so nobody ever noted.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
Poor [F#] [G#] Jod Fry, he's dead.
[C#m] His friends will [F#] weep and wail [F#m] for miles [G#m]
[B] around, miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell [A] will give out a different [A#] smell,
[B] because poor Jod is underneath [E] the ground.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[F#] [G#] A candle light his head.
[C#m] He's laying in a [F#] coffin made [B] of wood, wood.
[E] And folks are [G#] feeling sad, [A] cause they used to treat him [E] bad.
[B] And now they know their friend has gone [E] for good, good.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[G] A [G#] candle light his head.
[C#] He's [C#m] looking, oh, so [F#] [F#m] pretty [G#m] and so [B] nice.
[E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's a [A] shame that he [E] won't keep.
[F] But it's summer [B] and we're running [E] out of ice.
[A] Poor [E] Jod, [C#m] [F#m] poor Jod.
[E]
all [C#m] gather [F#] round his [A] coffin now and [G#m] [B] cry.
[E] He had a heart of gold [A] and he wasn't very [A#] old.
[B] Why did such a fella have [E] to die?
Poor Jody's date, [G] poor [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#] he's [C#m] looking oh so [F#] [F#m] peaceful [G#m] and [B] serene.
And serene, [E] he's all laid [G#] out to rest [A] with his hands across [E] his chest.
[F] His [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean.
And then the preacher'd get up and he'd [Am] say,
Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jod [F] Fry,
who hung himself up by a rope in a [C] smokehouse.
And then they'd be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
And then he'd say, Jod was the most misunderstood man in his territory.
[G#] People used to think he was a mean, ugly [D] fella and call him a dirty skunk and ornery pig-stealer.
[F] But the folks that really knowed him, knowed [G] beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore.
[C] Their feet are hard as big [F] as all [C] outdoors, as big [F] as all outdoors.
[C] Yet Fry loved his [F] fellow man, [C] he loved [F] his fellow man.
He loved the [G#m] birds of the forests and [F#] the beasts of the field.
He loved the mice and the vermin in [D#m] the barn.
[F#] And he treated the rats like [B] equals, [C#] [D#] which was right.
[B] He loved [C#m] all the little children.
[F#] He loved everything [B] and everybody in the world.
Only, [E] only he never let on, so nobody ever noted.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
Poor [F#] [G#] Jod Fry, he's dead.
[C#m] His friends will [F#] weep and wail [F#m] for miles [G#m]
[B] around, miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell [A] will give out a different [A#] smell,
[B] because poor Jod is underneath [E] the ground.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[F#] [G#] A candle light his head.
[C#m] He's laying in a [F#] coffin made [B] of wood, wood.
[E] And folks are [G#] feeling sad, [A] cause they used to treat him [E] bad.
[B] And now they know their friend has gone [E] for good, good.
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[G] A [G#] candle light his head.
[C#] He's [C#m] looking, oh, so [F#] [F#m] pretty [G#m] and so [B] nice.
[E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's a [A] shame that he [E] won't keep.
[F] But it's summer [B] and we're running [E] out of ice.
[A] Poor [E] Jod, [C#m] [F#m] poor Jod.
[E]
Key:
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[G#] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ Poor Jody's date, poor [Gm] [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#]
all [C#m] gather [F#] round his [A] coffin now and [G#m] [B] cry. _
_ [E] He had a heart of gold [A] and he wasn't very [A#] old.
[B] Why did such a fella have [E] to die? _ _ _
Poor Jody's date, [G] poor [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#] he's [C#m] looking oh so [F#] [F#m] peaceful [G#m] and [B] serene.
And serene, [E] he's all laid [G#] out to rest [A] with his hands across [E] his chest.
[F] His [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean. _ _
And then the preacher'd get up and he'd [Am] say,
Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jod [F] Fry,
who hung himself up by a rope in a [C] smokehouse.
And then they'd be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
And then he'd say, Jod was the most misunderstood man in his territory.
[G#] People used to think he was a mean, ugly [D] fella and call him a dirty skunk and ornery pig-stealer.
_ [F] But the folks that really knowed him, knowed [G] beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore.
[C] Their feet are hard as big [F] as all [C] outdoors, as big [F] as all outdoors.
[C] Yet Fry loved his [F] fellow man, [C] he loved [F] his fellow man.
He loved the [G#m] birds of the forests and [F#] the beasts of the field.
He loved the mice and the vermin in [D#m] the barn.
[F#] And he treated the rats like [B] equals, [C#] [D#] which was right.
[B] He loved [C#m] all the little children.
[F#] He loved everything [B] and everybody in the world.
Only, [E] only he never let on, so nobody ever noted. _ _
Poor Jod, he's dead.
Poor [F#] [G#] Jod Fry, he's dead.
[C#m] His friends will [F#] weep and wail [F#m] for miles [G#m]
[B] around, miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell [A] will give out a different [A#] smell,
[B] because poor Jod is underneath [E] the ground. _ _ _
_ Poor Jod, he's dead.
[F#] [G#] A candle light his head.
[C#m] He's laying in a [F#] coffin made [B] of wood, _ wood.
[E] And folks are [G#] feeling sad, [A] cause they used to treat him [E] bad.
[B] And now they know their friend has gone [E] for good, good. _
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[G] A [G#] candle light his head.
[C#] He's [C#m] looking, oh, so [F#] [F#m] pretty [G#m] and so [B] nice.
_ _ [E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's a [A] shame that he [E] won't keep.
[F] But it's summer [B] and we're running [E] out of ice.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Poor [E] Jod, _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ poor Jod.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
all [C#m] gather [F#] round his [A] coffin now and [G#m] [B] cry. _
_ [E] He had a heart of gold [A] and he wasn't very [A#] old.
[B] Why did such a fella have [E] to die? _ _ _
Poor Jody's date, [G] poor [G#] Jod Fry's date, [C#] he's [C#m] looking oh so [F#] [F#m] peaceful [G#m] and [B] serene.
And serene, [E] he's all laid [G#] out to rest [A] with his hands across [E] his chest.
[F] His [B] fingernails have never been [E] so clean. _ _
And then the preacher'd get up and he'd [Am] say,
Folks, we are gathered here to mourn and groan over our brother Jod [F] Fry,
who hung himself up by a rope in a [C] smokehouse.
And then they'd be weeping and wailing from some of those women.
And then he'd say, Jod was the most misunderstood man in his territory.
[G#] People used to think he was a mean, ugly [D] fella and call him a dirty skunk and ornery pig-stealer.
_ [F] But the folks that really knowed him, knowed [G] beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore.
[C] Their feet are hard as big [F] as all [C] outdoors, as big [F] as all outdoors.
[C] Yet Fry loved his [F] fellow man, [C] he loved [F] his fellow man.
He loved the [G#m] birds of the forests and [F#] the beasts of the field.
He loved the mice and the vermin in [D#m] the barn.
[F#] And he treated the rats like [B] equals, [C#] [D#] which was right.
[B] He loved [C#m] all the little children.
[F#] He loved everything [B] and everybody in the world.
Only, [E] only he never let on, so nobody ever noted. _ _
Poor Jod, he's dead.
Poor [F#] [G#] Jod Fry, he's dead.
[C#m] His friends will [F#] weep and wail [F#m] for miles [G#m]
[B] around, miles around.
[E] The daisies in the dell [A] will give out a different [A#] smell,
[B] because poor Jod is underneath [E] the ground. _ _ _
_ Poor Jod, he's dead.
[F#] [G#] A candle light his head.
[C#m] He's laying in a [F#] coffin made [B] of wood, _ wood.
[E] And folks are [G#] feeling sad, [A] cause they used to treat him [E] bad.
[B] And now they know their friend has gone [E] for good, good. _
Poor Jod, he's dead.
[G] A [G#] candle light his head.
[C#] He's [C#m] looking, oh, so [F#] [F#m] pretty [G#m] and so [B] nice.
_ _ [E] He looks like he's asleep.
It's a [A] shame that he [E] won't keep.
[F] But it's summer [B] and we're running [E] out of ice.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Poor [E] Jod, _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ poor Jod.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _