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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
Woo woo woo woo woo woo