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Deportee
Gruppo Folk Internazionale
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Oh, the crops are lean and the peaches are rotten
The oranges pile in a creosote town
You're flying back to that Mexican border
It takes all your money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father, he waded the river
That took all the money he made in his life
My sisters and brothers can work in the fruit fields
Rode that truck till they went down and died
Some of us are legal and others not wanted
Our work and tricks out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like me
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our ears
Who are all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they are just deportees
Is this the best way we can grow a good orchard?
Is this the best way we can grow a good crop?
To die and be scattered to rot on the topsoil
To be called by no name except deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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