D#m                     C#              
Southern trees bear strange fruit.
D#m                     A#m             
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
G#m                     B               A#m     
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze.
B               A#              D#m     C#      D#m
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

[Verse]
D#m                     A#m             
Pastoral scene of the gallant south.
D#m                     C#              
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth.
B                       A#m             
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh.
B                       A#m     A#      
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

[Verse]
B       C#      A#m             D#m     
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
B       C#      A#/D            D#m     (C#)
for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
B       A#      D#m     C#      G#/C            
for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
B                       A#7     
Here is a strange and bitter crop.