Verse 1
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[Fm] [Dm7b5] [G7b9]
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Verse 2
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[Fm] [Dm7b5] [G7b9]
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Verse 3
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[Fm] [Dm7b5] [G7b9]
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
[Cm] [Ab7] [G7b9]
Here is a strange and bitter crop
