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Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos) - Judy Collins
The crops are all in
and the peaches are rott'ning,

The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;

They're flying '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 your names
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 sisters
and brothers come working the fruit trees,

they rode the truck
till they went down and died.

Some of us are illegal,
and other 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.

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"

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,

Who are all these dear 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 dry be scard to rot on my topsoil

to be called 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"