歌曲 | Deportee (Plane Wreck at los Gatos) (live) |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Bowery Songs [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
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 |
zuo ci : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
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 |
zuò cí : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
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 |