Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deportees (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) , by - Barbara Dane. Release date: 15.02.2018
Song language: English
Deportees (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) |
| The crops are all in |
| And the peach trees are rotting |
| The oranges are piled |
| In their creosote dumps |
| You’re flying them back |
| To the Mexican border |
| To spend all their money |
| To wade back again |
| Goodbye to you Juan |
| Goodbye Rosalita |
| Goodbye mis amigo, Jesus and Maria |
| You won’t have a name |
| When you fly the big airplane |
| All they will call you is just «deportees» |
| My father’s own father, he waded that river |
| Well it took all the money that he made in his life |
| My sisters and brothers can work in the fruit trees |
| And they road in the truck till they ??? |
| Goodbye to you Juan |
| Goodbye Rosalita |
| Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria |
| You won’t have a name |
| When you fly the big airplane |
| All they will call you is just «deportees» |
| Some of us are illegal |
| And some not wanted |
| Our work contract’s up |
| And we have to move on |
| Six hundred miles to the Mexican border |
| They chase us like outlaws |
| Like rustlers, like thieves |
| Goodbye to you Juan |
| Goodbye Rosalita |
| Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria |
| You won’t have a name |
| When you fly the big airplane |
| All they will call you is just «deportees» |
| Well we died in your hills and we died in your deserts |
| And we died in your valleys and we died on your plains |
| We died neath your trees and we died neath your bushes |
| Both sides of the river, we die just the same |
| Goodbye to you Juan |
| Goodbye Rosalita |
| Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria |
| You won’t have a name |
| When you fly the big airplane |
| All they will call you is just «deportees» |
| The skyplane caught fire |
| Over Los Gatos Canyon |
| A fireball of lightning |
| Shook all our hills |
| Who are all those people all scattered like dry leaves? |
| The radio said they were 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 |
| Be called by no name except deportee |
| Goodbye to you Juan |
| Goodbye Rosalita |
| Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria |
| You won’t have a name |
| When you fly the big airplane |
| All they will call you is just «deportees» |