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verse 1 Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Southern trees bear a strange fruit Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Fm Dm7(5b) G7(9b) Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees verse 2 Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Pastoral scene of the gallant south Cm Ab7 G7(9b) The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Fm Dm7(5b) G7(9b) Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Then the sudden smell of burning flesh verse 3 Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Here is fruit for the crows to pluck Cm Ab7 G7(9b) For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck Fm Dm7(5b) G7(9b) For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Cm Ab7 G7(9b) Here is a strange and bitter crop
Written by Lewis Allan
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