Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos) (1976 Album Version) David Carradine
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The crops are all in an' the peaches are rott'ning
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're sending 'em back to the Mexican border
To spend all their money to get back again
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters all work on your fruit trees
And they rode on your truck till they took down and died
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's up and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're sending 'em back to the Mexican border
To spend all their money to get back again
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters all work on your fruit trees
And they rode on your truck till they took down and died
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's up and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Goodbye my Juan, goodbye, Rosalía
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have your name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"
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