Deportee ( Plane Wreck At Los Gatos ) Lyrics - Singles - Richard Shindell

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting 

The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps 

They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border 

To take all their money 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 working the fruit trees 

They rode the big trucks till they lay down and died 

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita 

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y 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 all are not wanted 

Our work contract's out and we've got to move on 

Six hundred miles to that Mexican border 

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves 

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We died in your hills, we died in your deserts 

We died in your armies, we died on your plains 

We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath those bushes 

Both sides of that river, we died just the same 

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita 

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y 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 

Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills 

Who are all these friends, dying 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 fall like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil 

And be known by no name except deportee 

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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita 

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria 

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

And all they will call you will be deportee