![]() Woody Guthrie - B.R. Hoffman (as sung by Arlo Guthrie* and Emmilou Harris**) *The (E)crops are all in, the (A)peaches are (E)rottin The oranges are pelled in their (A)creosote (E)dumps Theyre (A)flying you back to the (E)Mexico (C#m)border To (E)pay all your money to (A)wade back (E)again **My fathers own father, he waded that river They took all the money made in his life My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees An they rode on the trucks till they took down and died Good(A)bye to my one, good(E)bye Rosalita Adi(B7)os, mis amigos, (E)Jesus an' Maria You (A)wont have a name when you (E)ride the big (C#m)airplane And (E)all they will call you will (A)be depor(E)tee **Some of us are illegal, some are not wanted Our work contracts out and weve got to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like like rustlers, outlaws, like thieves *We died in your hills and we died on your deserts We died in your valleys, we died on your plains We died neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of that river, we died just the same (refrain) **The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightnin and shook all our hills Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves The radio says they are 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 topsoil An be known by no name except deportee (refrain) ![]() |