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  • DEPORTEES(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
    words by Woody Guthrie
    music by Martin Hoffman
    The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
    The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
    They're flying you back to the Mexico border
    To pay all your money to wade back again
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    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
    They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
    A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills
    Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves
    The radio tells me they're just deportees
    We died in your hills and we died in 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 the river we died just the same
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    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 the top soil
    and be called by no name except "deportee"
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
  • DEPORTEES(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
    words by Woody Guthrie
    music by Martin Hoffman
    The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
    The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
    They're flying you back to the Mexico border
    To pay all your money to wade back again
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    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
    They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
    A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills
    Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves
    The radio tells me they're just deportees
    We died in your hills and we died in 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 the river we died just the same
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    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 the top soil
    and be called by no name except "deportee"
    Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees
    All they will call you will be
    Deportees

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