I’ve Got Mason, where’s Dixon?
Grab your crotch and dance
like choirboys in a whorehouse
shootin’ craps next to room number three
waiting for a low ride home
moan your way to heaven sheila
carry that heavy mattress home
sweet chariot swinging low from the trees,
strange fruit hangin’
I’m comin’ home sweet Jesus,
South’s gonna rise again
take back those cotton gins boys
cause the South’s gonna forgive your sins.