Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All along dem day Well I run to the rock, please hide
Do I move you, is it thrillin'? Do I groove you, are you willin'? Do I soothe you, tell the truth now Do I move you, are you loose now? The answer better
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no faith, ain't got
Southern trees bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
I am old and I do not know the ways of you young women With your black clothes and your blue nails and your sarcasm What do I have to say to you to gain
I live alone That hasn't always been easy to do For just a single woman Sometimes at night, the walls talk back to me They seem to say, "Wasn't yesterday
You?ve got to give a little, take a little And let your poor heart break a little That?s the story of, that?s the glory of love You?ve got to laugh a
Streets full of people, all alone Roads full of houses, never home A church full of singing, out of tune Everyone's gone to the moon Eyes full of sorrow
What's gonna happen now, in all of our cities? My people are rising, they're living in lies Even if they have to die, even if they have to die At the
