Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (Deportee) The Brothers Four
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[Verse 1]
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
[Verse 2]
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
[Verse 3]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportees"
[Verse 4]
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and 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
[Verse 5]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportees"
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
[Verse 2]
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
[Verse 3]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportees"
[Verse 4]
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and 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
[Verse 5]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportees"
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