Southern trees bear a strange [bad word] Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange [bad word] hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a [bad word] for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop