Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood on the roots
Black cloud is swinging in the Pablo trees
... seen of the gallant South
Them boarding eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the Southern smell of burning flesh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Here's a fruit.. closed to pluck
For the rain to gather and the wind to sluck
For the sun to rot for the trees to drop
Here's a strange and bitter cry!
Blood on the trees, blood at the roots
Uh, the Southern breeze
Strange fruits hanging from the Pablo of trees
Oh, bitter, bitter cry!