歌詞
Southern trees bearing strange fruit
[Instrumental]
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[Instrumental]
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[Instrumental]
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
[Instrumental]
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[Instrumental]
Them big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[Instrumental]
Scent of magnolia, clean and fresh
[Instrumental]
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
[Instrumental]
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[Instrumental]
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Written by: Lewis Allan

