Strange Fruit

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

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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     
Then the sudden smell of burning 
A#
flesh.

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