Tom: Ebm
D#m C#
Southern trees bear strange fruit.
D#m A#m
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
G#m B A#m
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze.
B A# D#m C# D#m
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
[Verse]
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 A#
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
[Verse]
B C# A#m D#m
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
B C# A#/D D#m (C#)
for the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
B A# D#m C# G#/C
for the sun to rot, for the trees to drop.
B A#7
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
