Billie Holiday - Strange fruit
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Capo: 3
Tuning: G C E A
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AmBlood on the leavEm7es and blood aAmt thA9e roAmot E7
Dm6Black bodies sFdim7winging in the southern breeze E7
AmStrange fruit hanginEm7g from the poplar trAsusees A9 Am
Am G E7 Am Em7 Am
AmPastoral sceEm7ne of the galAmlanA9t soAmuth E7
The Ambulging eyeEm7s and the twisted mFdim7outh E7
AmSmell of mag - nEm7oliaDm6 sweEm7et AndA9 fresAmh E7
Then the suFdim7dden smDm6ell of burniFdim7ng flesh E7
AmHere is the fruit Ffor the crows to DmpluckDm7 E7
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Gm6For the sunA to rot foAmaj7r the tree toGdim7 drop Fdim7 E7
AmHere A9is Ama stE7rangeDm6 andGm6 bitteE7r cropAm