Lyrics:
the chorus cry
He lived as he died
Hear the chorus cry
He lived as he died
I broke my jaw singing midnight gospel
Back and forth
Watch me swing from the poplar
store bought stuff
And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff
[Chorus:]
Forty miles back in Missouri there's a different way of life
first United States president
It's seen so much happen
On the grounds of his home
A tulip poplar
That was planted by Washington
Has lived long since he's
store bought stuff
And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff
[Chorus:]
Forty miles back in Missouri there's a different way of life
the clip
We back by poplar demand
Ain't got no time on my hands
The money just keep coming in
Don't need an advance
Failing was the never the plan
I gave em
poplar
Everybody gotta choppa, none of the opps prosper
Gotta come proper when you slidin' down poplar
Everybody gotta choppa, none of the opps prosper
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
Blood on the leaves
Breeze, breeze
I wish I could go back
To those poplar trees
Showered in the shade of the leaves
A tiny me below two poplar trees
A one woman show I starred
Alone
the spruce and poplar trees
I'm searching desperately, for a sense of mystery
Eye to eye with sheep on Torrens ridge
Among the crags, and the rushing winds
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
the Poplar trees
Still we singing, change gon come
Even though we don't see it
And I got my hands up
Don't shoot! I ain't even got a gun shoot a brotha if he
greener than a poplar
Keep my partners with me on the road
And the foundation solid never fold
Never forget all the love you showed, but my head is gettin'
on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
If we need to redeem the great
We got a history of peoples shedded blood with no justice.
& Strange fruit in poplar trees while others was puppets.
White babies suckin tits
you 'round
Those old poplar backwood trees
Where all your days began
With the good times
Of growin' on up
It's okay love
Life is done full of
The ups
I made him trod the mud
Coy ma lindow, kill ko kill ko
Coy ma lindow, kill ko me
I fed my horse in a poplar trough
I fed my horse in a poplar trough
your hair's as dark as the cool clear night
And your heart's as golden as the poplars have turned
Sweet as the cool taste of the wind
But you're strong
I made him trod the mud
Coy ma lindow, kill ko kill ko
Coy ma lindow, kill ko me
I fed my horse in a poplar trough
I fed my horse in a poplar trough
She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
And a song
just gonna stay right here
Under the poplar tree
Let me tell you a story
It happened this way
It was born out of longing
In a man that's gone astray
Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end
But for the vine the "U", its coffer
Vowels and consonants
The power of trees
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
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
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