Arlo Guthrie Deportees Lyrics

Deportees Lyrics

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

The oranges are piled in
their cresote 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
wanted 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 truck
till they took down and died



CHORUS

Good-bye to my Juan,
good-bye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maris

You won't have a
name when you ride the big air-plane

And all they will call you will be
deportees.



Some of us are illega, and others not wanted

Our
work contract's out and we have to move on

But it's six hundred miles to
that Mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like
theives.



We died in your hills, we died in your deserts

We
died in your valleys and 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.



CHORUS



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 my topsoil

And be called by no name except
deportees?