DEPORTEE (PLANE WRECK AT LOS GATOS)
DEPORTEE (PLANE WRECK AT LOS GATOS)
music by Martin Hoffman, lyrics by Woody Guthrie copyright © 1948
The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexico border
To pay all our money to wade back again
Now my father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
Six-hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chased us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be Deportee
The sky-plane caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon
A big ball of fire, it shook all the ground
Who are these friends, who are falling like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
(chorus)
But we died in your hills, we died in your valleys
We died in your orchards, we died on your plains
We died on your deserts, we died in your treetops
Both sides of the river we died just the same
(chorus)
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexico border
To pay all our money to wade back again
Now my father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
Six-hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chased us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be Deportee
The sky-plane caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon
A big ball of fire, it shook all the ground
Who are these friends, who are falling like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
(chorus)
But we died in your hills, we died in your valleys
We died in your orchards, we died on your plains
We died on your deserts, we died in your treetops
Both sides of the river we died just the same
(chorus)