Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plane Wreck At Los Gatos (Deportee), artist - Joan Baez. Album song Blessed Are..., in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
Plane Wreck At Los Gatos (Deportee) |
| The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting |
| The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps |
| They’re flying you back to the Mexico border |
| To pay all your money to wade back again |
| Goodbye 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 |
| 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 |
| They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die |
| Goodbye 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 |
| The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon |
| A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills |
| Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves |
| The radio tells me they’re just deportees |
| Goodbye 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 |
| We died in your hills and we died in 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 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 out and we have to move on But it’s six hundred miles to that Mexican border |
| They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. |
| Goodbye 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 |
| 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 the top soil |
| And be called by no name except «deportee» |
| Goodbye 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 |