Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (Deportees)

My crops are all in and my peaches all rott'ning

My oranges all piled in my creosotey bins

You're flying me back to the Mexican border

To pay all my money to wade back again

Goodbye to you Juan – goodbye, Rosalita

Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride that big airplane

All they will call you will be "deportees"

My father's own father, he waded that river

You took all the money he made in his life

My brothers and sisters come work in the fruit trees

They rode that big truck until they took down and died

Goodbye to you Juan – goodbye, Rosalita

Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride that big airplane

'Cause all they will call you will be "deportees"

I've died in your hills, and I died in your deserts

I died in your valleys and I died on your plains

I died 'neath your trees and all under your bushes

Both sides of the river, I died just the same

Goodbye to you Juan – goodbye, Rosalita

Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride that big airplane

'Cause all they will call you will be "deportees"

You tell me I'm not wanted – you call me illegal

My work contract's out – yes, I have to move on

Six hundred miles to the border of Mexxicoe

You chase me like killers, like outlaws, like thieves

Goodbye to you Juan – goodbye, Rosalita

Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride that big airplane

'Cause all they will call you will be "deportees"

The skyeplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightning – it shook all our hills

I see all my friends all scattered like dry leaves

The president says, "They are just deportees"

Goodbye to you Juan – goodbye, Rosalita

Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride that big airplane

All they will call you will be "deportees"

We work in your fields, and we work in your kitchens