Deportees Lyrics

Deportees lyrics

DEPORTEES
  by Woody Guthrie
The crops are all in and the peaches are
rotting
The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps
They're flying
'em back to the Mexico border
To take all their money to wade back
again
  Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita
  Adios mes amigos,
Jesus e 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
that river
They took all the money he made in his life
It's six
hundred miles to the Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers,
like outlaws, like thieves
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos
Canyon
The great ball of fire it shook all our hills
Who are these
dear friends who are falling like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are just
deportees"
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this
the best way we can raise our good crops?
To fall like dry leaves and rot
on out topsoil
And be known by no names except "deportees"
Copyright
Ludlow Music, Inc.
recorded on Judy Collins/3 and Guthrie Greatest
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