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Southern trees bear a 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 magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop |
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own |
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Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black culture's Sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers And prayers that I say I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go For death is no dream And in death I'm caressing you With the last Breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I awake and I find You asleep in the deep of my heart Deep Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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I Cover The Waterfront
Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman Away from the city that hurts and knocks, I'm standing alone by the desolate docks in the still and the chill of the night I see the horizon the great unknown my heart has an ache it's as heavy as stone with the dawn coming on, make it last I cover the waterfront I'm watching the sea Will the one I love Be coming back to me I cover the waterfront In search of my love An I'm covered By a starlit sky above Here am I Patiently waiting Hoping and longing Oh how I yearn Where are you Have you thought back time Will you remember Will you return Will the one I love Be coming back To me............ |
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I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad
I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin' Oh, what I've been missin' Lover man, oh, where can you be? The night is cold and I'm so alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own Got a moon above me But no one to love me Lover man, oh, where can you be? I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears Then whisper sweet Little things in my ear Hugging and a-kissing Oh, what I've been missing Lover man, oh, where can you be? |
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Hush now, don't explain
Just say you'll remain I'm glad your back. don't explain Quiet, don't explain What is there to gain Skip that lipstick Don't explain * You know that I love you And what endures All my thoughts of you For I'm so completely yours Cry to hear folks chatter And I know you cheat Right or wrong, don't matter When you're with me, sweet Hush now, don't explain You're my joy and pain My life's yours love Don't explain * |
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Lady sings the blues
She's got them bad She feels so sad Wants the world to know Just what the blues is all about Lady sings the blues She tells her side Nothing to hide Now the world will know Just what the blues is all about The blues aint' nothing but a pain in your heart When you get a bad start When you and your man have to part I ain't gonna just sit around and cry And now I won't die Because I love him Lady sings the blues I'm telling you She's got em bad But now the world will know Shes never gonna sing them no more The blues aint' nothing but a pain in your heart When you get a bad start When you and your man have to part I ain't gonna just sit around and cry And now I won't die Because I love him Lady sings the blues I'm telling you She's got em bad But now the world will know Shes never gonna sing them no more No more |
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Fine And Mellow
Billie Holiday My man don't love me Treats me oh so mean My man he don't love me Treats me awfully He's the, lowest man That I've ever see He wears high trimmed pan Stripes are really yellow He wears high trimmed pan Stripes are really yellow But when he starts in to love me He's so fine and mellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long repeat Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long repeat Love will make you do things That you know is wrong But if you treat me right baby I’ll stay home everyday But if you treat me right baby I’ll stay home everyday But you're so mean to me baby I know you're gonna drive me away Love is just like the faucet It turns off and on Love is just like the faucet It turns off and on Sometimes when you think it's on baby It has turned off and gone........... |
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I've An Awfully Feelling
That This Thought That's Been A Stealin Thru My Brain Is Not To Be Ignored But To Really Tell The Truth Though I'm Not A Well Known Sleuth I Honestly Believe That You Are Bored You've Changed That Sparkle In Your Eyes Is Gone Your Smile Is Just A Careless Yawn You're Breaking My Heart You've Changed You've Changed Your Kisses Now Are So Blase You're Bored With Me In Every Way I Can't Understand You've Changed You've Forgotten The Words, "i Love You" Each Memory That We've Shared You Ignore Every Star Above You I Can't Realize You've Ever Cared You've Changed You're Not The Angel I Once Knew No Need To Tell Me What We're Through It's All Over Now You've Changed |
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