Letras
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled high in their creosote dumps
They're flying them out to Sudan and Uganda
So far away they can't come back again
Goodbye, Kilmar
Farewell, Mario
Adios, mis amigas Jeanette y Xochitl
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be
Deportee
My father's grandfather
He crossed the ocean
To build the railroad
For the B&O men
When they came for the immigrants
To send them back
He just kept quiet
And blended on in
Goodbye, Kilmar
Farewell, Mario
Adios, mis amigas Jeanette y Xochitl
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be
Deportee
They call you illegal and say you're not wanted
Your visa expires
And you have to move on
They hide behind masks
And carry their big guns
Because they are cowards
And mercenaries
And thieves
Goodbye, Kilmar
Farewell, Mario
Adios, mis amigas Jeanette y Xochitl
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 and lightning
And it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends
All scattered like dry leaves
The radio says they are just deportees
Is this the way we make ourselves great?
Is this the way we get ourselves free?
To take mothers and fathers away from their children
And call him by no name except
Deportee