Strange Fruit ukulele

Strange Fruit

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Southern trees 
Bear strange fruit 
Blood on the leaves 
And blood at the roots 
Black bodies 
Swinging in the southern breeze 
Strange fruit hangin' 
From the poplar trees 
Pastoral scene 
Of the gallant south 
Them big bulging eyes 
And the twisted mouth 
Scent of magnolia 
Clean and fresh 
Then the sudden smell 
Of burnin' flesh 
Here is a fruit 
For the crows to pluck 
For the rain to gather 
For the wind to suck 
For the sun to rot 
For the leaves to drop 
Here is 
Strange and bitter crop  

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