Deportee Lyrics

The crops are all in, the peaches are rottingThe oranges are piled in their creosote dumpsThey’re flying you back to the mexico borderTo pay all your money to wade back againMy father’s own father, he waded that riverThey took all the money he made in his lifeMy brothers and sisters they work in the fruit treesThey rode the truck till they took down and diedGood-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalitaAdios mes amigos, jesus e mariaYou won’t have a name when you ride the big airplaneAnd all they will call you will be deporteeSome of us are illegal, and some are not wantedOur work contract’s out and we have to move onSix hundred miles to the mexican borderThey chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.We died in your hills. we died on your deserts.We’ve died in your mountains, and died on your plains.We’ve died ’neath your trees, and we’ve died in your bushes.Both sides of the river, we’ve died just the same.Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalitaAdios mes amigos, jesus e mariaYou won’t have a name when you ride the big airplaneAnd all they will call you will be deporteeThe skyplane caught fire over los gatos canyonA fireball of lightning that shook all our hillsWho were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they were just deportees.Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,And be known by no name except deportee.Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalitaAdios mes amigos, jesus e mariaYou won’t have a name when you ride the big airplaneAnd all they will call you will be deportee

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