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DEPORTEES(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) |
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words by Woody Guthrie |
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music by Martin Hoffman |
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting |
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The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps |
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They're flying you back to the Mexico border |
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To pay all your money to wade back again |
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita |
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Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria |
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane |
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All they will call you will be |
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Deportees |
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My father's own father, he waded that river |
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They took all the money he made in his life |
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My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees |
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They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die |
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita |
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Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria |
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane |
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All they will call you will be |
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Deportees |
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The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon |
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A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills |
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Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves |
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The radio tells me they're just deportees |
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We died in your hills and we died in your deserts |
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We died in your valleys we died on your plains |
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We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes |
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Both sides of the river we died just the same |
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita |
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Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria |
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane |
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All they will call you will be |
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Deportees |
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Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards |
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Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit |
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To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil |
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and be called by no name except "deportee" |
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita |
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Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria |
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane |
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All they will call you will be |
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Deportees |
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All they will call you will be |
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Deportees |
