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Los Gatos, New Mexico

Deportee (Woody Guthrie/M. Hoffman)
(Byrds version)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
Your flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To spend all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roseleta
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and 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 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

Goodbye to Juan …

The sky plane caught fire over
Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees

Goodbye to Juan …

From the album Ballad Of Easy Rider



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