Peter, Paul & Mary - Deportee Lyrics
The crops are all in, the peaches are rottingThe oranges piled in their creosote dumpsTheyre flying us back to the mexican borderTo pay all our money just to wade back againSome of us are illegal and some are not wantedOur work contracts out and we have to move on600 miles to that mexican borderThey chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the runChorusGoodbye to my juan, good-bye rosalitaAdios mis amigos, jesus y mariaYou wont have a name when you ride the big airplaneAll they will call you will be deporteeThe sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyonA fireball of lightning that shook all the hillsWho are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves?The radio says they are just deporteesChorusWe died in your hills, we died in your desertsWe died in your valleys and we died on your plainsWe died neath your trees and we died in your bushesBoth sides of the river, we died just the sameIs 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 topsoilAnd be called by no name exceptDeportees?Chorus
