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»