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Writer(s): Lewis Allan, Maurice Pearl, Dwayne P. Wiggins |
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit |
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Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots |
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Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze |
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Strange fruit hangin' from the Poplar trees |
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Pastoral scene of the gallant south |
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Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth |
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Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh |
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Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh |
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Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck |
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For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck |
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For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop |
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Here is a strange and bitter crop |