Deportee

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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
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The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
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You're flying them back to the mexican border
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To spend all their money, to wade back again

(chorus)
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Goodbye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
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Adios mes amigos, jesus y maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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And all they will call you will be deportee

Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contracts out and we've got to move on
Six hundred miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves...  (chorus)

The sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning, that shook all our hills
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees...  (chorus twice)

(extra verses)
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
And they rode the truck till they took down and died ...  (chorus)

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same...  (chorus)

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    The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
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    the oranges are packed in their creosote dumps.
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    They're flying 'me back to the Mexico border,
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    to pay all your money to wade back again.

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    My father's own father, he waded that river,
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    they took all the money he made in his life.
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    My brothers and sisters came workin' the fruit trees,
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   they rode the trucks 'till they laid down and died.

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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
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adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
          G                                           D                Bm
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
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and all they will call you will be "deportees."

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   Some of us are eager, and others not wanted,
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   a work contract's out, he he has to move on.
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    Six hundred miles to the Mexico border,
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    they chased us like outlaws, like wrestlers and thieves.

            D                                      G                 D
    We died in your hills and we died on your deserts,
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    we died in your valleys, we died on your plains.
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    We died in your trees and we died in your bushes,
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   both sides of the river we died just the same.

               D                                    G               D
    The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
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    a fireball of lightnin' an' it shook all the hills.
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    Who are these comrades, they're dying like the dry leaves?
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    The radio  says, "They are just deportees."

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    Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
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    Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
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    To fall like the dry leaves and rot on your topsoil,
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    and be known by no name except "deportees."