Song :
A
Am Em7 Am A9 Am E7
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Am Em7 Am A9 Am E7
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Dm6 Fdim7 E7
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Am Em7 Asus A9 Am
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Am G E7 Am Em7 Am
Am Em7 Am A9 Am E7
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
Am Em7 Fdim7 E7
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth;
Am Em7 Dm6 Em7 A9 Am E7
Smell of mag - nolia, sweet And fresh,
Fdim7 Dm6 Fdim7 E7
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Am F Dm Dm7 E7
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
Am E7 Gdim7 F E7
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
Gm6 A Amaj7 Gdim7 Fdim7 E7
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop,
Am A9 Am E7 Dm6 Gm6 E7 Am
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
