Billie Holiday - Strange fruit
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
CmSouthern trees bear a Ab7strange G7b9fruit
CmBlood on the leaves anAb7d blood G7b9at the root
FmBlack bodies swinging in the Dm7b5southern G7b9breeze
CmStrange fruit hanging Ab7from theG7b9 poplar trees
[Verse 2]
CmPastoral scene of the Ab7gallant G7b9south
CmThe bulging eyes and tAb7he twistG7b9ed mouth
FmScent of magnolias, sweet andDm7b5 fresh G7b9
CmThen the sudden smell Ab7of burniG7b9ng flesh
[Verse 3]
CmHere is fruit for the Ab7crows toG7b9 pluck
CmFor the rain to gatherAb7, for thG7b9e wind to suck
FmFor the sun to rot, for the tDm7b5rees to dG7b9rop
CmHere is a strange and Ab7bitter cG7b9rop