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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees....

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colours anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Jasmine I saw you peeping
As I pushed my foot down to the floor
I was going round and round the hotel garage
Must have been touching close to 94
Oh but I'm always crashing
In the same car........

Well, the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head
There was a girl crying at a table, and it was Frank, they said
Well, I went out and I jumped in my car, and I hit the lights
Well, I must've done one hundred and ten through Michigan County that night
It was out at the crossroads, down 'round Willow Bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank
Well, I chased him through them county roads
'Til a sign said "Canadian border, five miles from here"
I pulled over on the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear

I am a lineman for the county
and I drive the main road
Searching in the sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
and the Wichita lineman is still on the line.

Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain,
In the desert you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

La La La La La La La La

You aint a pimp you aint a hustler
A pimps got a Cadi and a ladies got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands ache........

This train carries saints and sinners
This train carries losers and winners
This train carries whores and gamblers
This train carries lost souls
I said, this train dreams will not be thwarted
This train faith will be rewarded
This train hear the steel wheels singin'
This train bells of freedom ringin'

When the saints go marching in in
Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

When I strut down the street I could hear it's heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said don't that man look pretty
The cripple on the corner said nickles for your pity
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city....

I think I know now what's making me sad
It's a yearnin' for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I'm running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born.

I was born under a wandering star
I was born under a wandering star
Wheels were made for rolling
Mules were made to pack
I never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.......

Stars shinin right above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
birds singin in the sycamore tree
dream a little dream with me

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t wanna leave her now
You know I believe and how ?

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl (don't you go)
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl (don't you go)

If you've gotta go
Go now go now go now
Before you see me cry....

If you should leave me now
You’ll take away the biggest part of me
Ooh ooh oh no
Baby please don’t go…..

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one....

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising...
Don't try to deny what you feel...

I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah