Deportee - Goodbye Juan - The Plane Wreck of Los Gatos
Woody Guthrie* - B.R. Hoffman - >>> Arlo Guthrie

The (E)crops are all in and the (A)peaches are (E)rott’nin’
The oranges are stuck in their (A)creosote (E)dumps
They’re (A)flying’em back to that (E)Mexico (C#m)border
To (E)pay all their wages to (A)wade back (E)again

   Good(A)bye to Juan, goodbye (E)Rosalita
   A(B7)dios, mi amigo, (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

My father’s own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
An’ they rode on the trucks till they took down and died

Well, some are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract’s out and we’ve got to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, 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
Like 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
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil
An’ be known by no name except deportee

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