Deportee

Peter, Paul and Mary

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The crops are all in, the peaches are roting, 
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The oranges piled in their creosote dumps 
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They´re flying us back to the Mexican border 
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To pay all our money just to wade back again. 
 
 
Some off us are illegal and some are not wanted 
Our work contract?s out and we have to move on 
600 miles to that Mexican border 
They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run. 
 
Chorus: 
Goodbye to Juan, goodbye Rosalita 
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria 
You won?t have a name when you ride a big airplane 
All they will callyou will be deportees 
 
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon 
A fireball of lightning  that shook all the hills 
Where are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves? 
The radio says they are just deportes. 
 
Chorus : 
 
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts 
We died in your valleys and 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 
 
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 to rot on the topsoil 
And be called by no name except deportees?