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 poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is 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

Dee-ee-eep river mah home is over Jordan. 1
Dee-ee-eep river, Lord,
I want to cross over into camp ground. 2
Dee-ee-eep river mah home is over Jordan.
Dee-ee-eep river, Lord,
I want to cross over into camp ground.
Oh, don't you want to go,
To that gospel feast?
That promised land,
Where all is peace.
Dee-ee-eep river, Lord,
I want to cross over into camp ground.

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Hoodoo Lady, how do you do?
They tell me you take a boot and turn it to a brand new shoe
But don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee
Hoodoo Lady, you can turn water to wine
I been wondering where have you been all this time
I'm setting here, broke, and I ain't got a dime
You ought to put something in these dukes of mine
But don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee
Spoken: Boy, you better watch it 'cause she's tricky.
Hoodoo Lady, I want you to unlock my door
So I can get in and get all my clothes
But don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee
Now, look-a here, Hoodoo Lady, I want you to treat me right
Bring my man back home but don't let him stay all night
And don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee
Spoken: Boy, she's tricky as she can be. Better watch her, too.
Why, look-a here, Hoodoo Lady, I'm your friend
When you leave this time, come back again
But don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee

Junior Wells - “Hoodoo Man Blues”

"Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale"

Nicolas Repac - “Chain Gang Blues”