Printer-friendly versionIf You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus
If you miss me at the back of the bus,
and you can’t find me nowhere,
come on up to the front of the bus.
I’ll be sittin’ right there.
I’ll be sittin’ right there.
I’ll be sittin’ right there.
Come on up to the front of the bus.
I’ll be sittin’ right there.
© 1963 Figs D. Music (BMI) on behalf of itself and Sanga Music (BMI) care of The Bicycle
Music Company
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood
at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the
poplar trees.
—Music and lyrics by Abel Meeropol
Copyright © 1939 (Renewed) by Music Sales Corporation (ASCAP). All Rights for the United States controlled by Music Sales Corporation (ASCAP).
International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by Permission.
