Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (Deportee) - The Brothers Four

Written by：Woody Guthrie

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotten

The oranges are all packed in the creosote dumps

They're flying them back to the Mexican Border

To save all their money to wade back again

Some of us are illegal and some others not wanted

Our work contracts out and we have to move on

Six hundred miles to the Mexican Border

They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria

You won't have your name

When you ride the big airplane

And all they will call you will be deportee

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

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria

You won't have your name

When you ride the big airplane

And all they will call you will be deportee

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyo

A fireball of lightning

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 to rot on my topsoil

And be called by no name except deportees

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria

Goodbye

Goodbye

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