Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten

The oranges piled in the creosote dumps

They're flying them back to the Mexico border

To pay all their wages to wade back again

My father's own father, he waded that river

They took all the money he made in his life

My brothers and sisters come work in the fruit trees

They rode on the trucks 'til they took down and died

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adiós, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be

"Deportee"

Some are illegal, and some are not wanted

They work contracts out, and they've got to move on

Six-hundred miles to the Mexico border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

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 that river, we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adiós, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be

"Deportee"

The sky-plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightening that 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 to grow our big orchard?

Is this the best way to grow our good fruit?

To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil

To be known by no name except "Deportee"

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adiós, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be

"Deportee"

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adiós, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be

"Deportee"