Deportee - Goodbye Juan - The Plane Wreck of Los Gatos
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
They’re (A)flying you back to the (E)Mexico (C#m)border
To (E)pay all your money to (A)wade back (E)again

**My father’s 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)won’t 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 contract’s out and we’ve 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


**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


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