Deportees

Lyrics for Deportees

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piling their queer sore thumbs Flying us back to the Mexican border Spend all our money to wade back again Father's own father he waded that river Took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters come work in the food trees And they rode the trucks 'till the took down and died Goodbye to my Juan Goodbye Rosalita Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane And all they will call you will be deportees Some of us are illegal and others not wanted Our work on tracks out and we've got to move on 600 miles to the Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers like thieves We died in your hills and we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and we died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river and we died just the same Goodbye to my Juan Goodbye Rosalita Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane And all they will call you will be deportees Sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon A fireball of lightening it shook all our hills Who are these friends who are 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? Scattered like dry leaves and rot on your top soil And be known by many except deportees Goodby to my Juan Goodbye Rosalita Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplane All they will call you will be deportees