Day Of The Rope Lyrics

Southern trees bear strange fruit/ Blood on the leaves and blood at the root/ Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze/ Strange fruit hanging from the trees/ Life is cheap in the South/ The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth/ Differences of man that didn't mesh/ Then the sudden smell of burning 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 trees to drop/ Here is a strange and bitter crop/ Tighten the noose for the rest to see/ I'll cut you down on bent knee