Saturday, November 30, 2013

Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Deportees (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

Performed by Arlo Guthrie





The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again

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
And they rode the trucks till they took down and died

Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And 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
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died on your deserts
We died in your valleys and died on your plains
We died in your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees.

A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are 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 to rot on your topsoil
And be called by no name except deportees?

Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees.
~ from Lyric Wiki ~

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