Deportees (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexico border To pay all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And 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 come working the fruit trees They roll the truck till they took down and died Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to that Mexico border They chase us like outlaws and rustlers, like thieves Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee We died in your fields, we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and died on your planes We died 'neath your treas, we died in your bushes Both sides of the river, we died just the same Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon 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 Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee 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 the topsoil And be called by no name except "deportee" Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee