| Song | Strange Fruit |
| Artist | Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa |
| Album | Live In Amsterdam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Southern trees bear a strange fruit, | |
| Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, | |
| Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, | |
| Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. | |
| Pastoral scene of the gallant south, | |
| The big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, | |
| Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, | |
| Then the sudden smell of burning 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 leafs to drop, | |
| Here is a strange and bitter crop. |