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点击复制Deportee (Live) - Bob Dylan
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flyin' 'em back to the Mexican border
It takes all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come workin' the fruit fields
They rode that big truck till they took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning and shook all our hills
Who are all these dear friends and dry like dry leaves
The radio tell's me
They are just deportees
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys we 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 y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To die like the dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be on by no name except deportees
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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