Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
The big bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the leafs to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
- Them There Eyes
- Close To My Fire
- Nutbush City Limits
- I Love You More Than You´..
- Can´t Let Go
- Miss Lady
- If I Tell You I Love You
- A Sunday Kind Of Love
- Strange Fruit