Jeff Buckley - Strange fruit

Southern ^F#m7trees^G#7 bear a strange ^C#m7fruit ^{G#7 C#m} Blood on the ^F#m7leave^G#7s and blood at the ^C#m7root ^{G#7 C#m} Black bodies ^F#m7swingin^G#7g in the southern ^C#m7breeze^{G#7 C#m} Strange fruit ^F#m7hangin^G#7g from the poplar ^C#m7trees ^{G#7 C#m}

The bulging ^F#m7eyes ^G#7 and the twisted ^C#m7mouth ^{G#7 C#m Bmaj7}Scent of ^Amaj7magnolias, ^G#maj7sweet and fresh Then the sudden ^Amaj7smell of burning ^G#maj7flesh

For the rain to ^F#m7gather^G#7, for the wind to ^C#m7suck ^{G#7 C#m} For the sun to ^F#m7rot, ^G#7 for the trees to ^C#m7drop Here is a ^Amaj7strange and^G#maj7 bitter c^C#m7rop