Deportee (plane Wreck At Los Gatos) Lyrics - Ballad Of Easy Rider - The Byrds

The crops are all in 

And the peaches are rotting 

The oranges piled up 

In their creosote dumps 

You're flying 'em back 

To the Mexican border 

To spend all their money 

To wade back again 

Related 

The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked 

Linkin Park Honors Chester Bennington In The Emotional Video For 'One More Light' 

Watch Beck's Heroic New Music Video For 'Up All Night' 

{Chorus}: 

Good bye to my Juan 

Goodbye Rosalita 

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria 

You won't have a name 

When you ride the big airplane 

All they will call you 

Will be "deportees" 

Some of us are illegal 

And others not wanted 

Our work contract's up 

And we have to move on 

600 miles to that Mexican border 

They chase us like outlaws 

Like rustlers, like thieves 

{Chorus} 

Photos 

The skyplane caught fire 

Over Los Gatos Canyon 

A fireball of lightning 

Shook all our hills 

Who are all these friends 

Who are scattered like dried leaves 

The radio said 

They were just "deportees" 

{Chorus} 

{Repeat}