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 ~