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Deportee
(Woody Guthrie/M. Hoffman) DEPORTEE (W.Guthrie/M.Hoffman) (Woody Guthrie version) The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border To pay all your 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 work in the fruit trees And they rode the trucks 'till they took down and died Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roselita 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 contracts out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to that Mexico border They chase us like outlaws like rustlers and thieves We died in your hills and we died on 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 the river we died just the same Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roselita.... The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon Like a fireball of lighning shook all our hills And who are these friends all scattered 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 your topsoil And be known by no name except "deportees" Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roselita.... Judy Collins - 3 1963 Under a Silvery Moon Gene Clark & Carla Olson "So Rebellious A Lover" Rhino Records 1987 |