Lyrics Strange Fruit - Nina Simone
Southern
trees
Barren
strange
fruit
Blood
on
the
leaves
And
blood
at
the
roots
Black
bodies
Swinging
in
the
southern
breeze
Strange
fruit
hangin'
From
the
poplar
trees
Pastoral
scene
Of
the
gallant
south
Them
big
bulging
eyes
And
the
twisted
mouth
Scent
of
magnolia
Clean
and
fresh
Then
the
sudden
smell
Of
burnin'
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
Strange
and
bitter
crop
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2 By Any Means Necessary (Interview)
3 Mississippi Goddamn (Interview)
4 Mississippi Goddamn
5 Old Jim Crow (Interview)
6 Old Jim Crow
7 Backlash Blues (Interview)
8 Backlash Blues
9 Four Women (Interview)
10 Four Women
11 Nobody (Interview)
12 Nobody
13 I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free
14 Strange Fruit (Interview)
15 Strange Fruit
16 Definition of an Artist
17 Why? (The King of Love Is Dead)
18 To Be Young Gifted and Black (Interview)
19 To Be Young, Gifted And Black - 2005 remix
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