Southern trees bear another strange fruit A dead black body, blood on the roots Castrated, laughed at, lynched by a mob Flames have smothered the final sob When death comes marching home again We'll give him a hearty welcome then The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Daubed by the smell of burning flesh Twisted mouth and bulging eyes A fateful verdict, based on lies When death comes marching home again The whole town prepares to meet the man Everyday life will be the same But Jessies fate will stay Waco's shame