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Beth Hart, Joe Bonamassa - Strange Fruit lyrics

Artist: Beth Hart, Joe Bonamassa

album: Seesaw


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
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Pastoral scene of the gallant South
In big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
And a 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 leaves to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

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